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Scott had a bad day.
A very bad day you could say. Terrible. Awful. Absolutely heartbreaking.
He didn't drink. That's what he always said since that one accident in college at a house party. It was a promise he had broken today. Scott was drunk. He bought some cheap wine and drank it all on the way home. Didn't bother getting a bus, he preferred to have the time to drink and think. The cold didn't bother him too much. He was already all warm and fuzzy inside thanks to the alcohol. It really didn't take him much to get wasted as his body wasn't used to the consumption of alcohol. That one bottle was enough to make him trip over his own feet.
He tried to not trip as he approached the door to his apartment. Well, Wallace's apartment. He wasn't too keen on seeing his roommate right now. Not because HE didn't want him by his side, more like he worried about Wallace seeing him in the state he got himself into. As carefully as he could, he opened the door peeking inside to see if his friend was asleep.
"Where were you, guy?" So he wasn't asleep. Defeated that there was no way he would hide from Wallace he went inside. Trying his hardest not to look at his roommate he shrugged his parka off his shoulders, not bothering to hang it on the rack. Slowly as to not topple over he untied his shoes trying to seem as sober as possible. It didn't really work as the moment Scott tried to bend over to take the shoe off he fell down on his face.
"Scott, what is up with you?!" Wallace said standing up from the chair he was sitting on. He came up to his friend to see what happened and at that moment smelled the alcohol that was reeking from Scott. "Guy, are you drunk? Since when do you drink and why wasn't I invited?" He said with a little chuckle. That at least explained why Scott didn't answer any of his texts. It wasn't that unusual for his friend to come back late but he usually said something before or at least texted him about it if the plans changed. Most of the time it was because he was spending the night with Ramona, the thing Wallace had to get used to after they got together.
He wasn't happy about it but it's not like he could say it to his best friend. He was glad Scott was happy with a girl from his dreams and Wallace had no right to ruin it. He knew that but it still hurt seeing them together, hearing Scott talk about her all the time. He tried to repress his feelings and be happy for his roommate but having feelings for a straight guy wasn't easy, especially when you lived with him under the same roof. And you were the one paying rent.
"Come on guy, up you go," Wallace said as he grabbed Scott by the arm trying to lift him up from the floor. Scott tried to cooperate but didn't do a very good job at it. His vision was all blurry and he couldn't fully control his legs. He stumbled into Wallace and basically hung off his shoulder while his friend tried to carry him onto their shared mattress. Scott now lying on his back looked up at his friend with teary eyes. He cried pretty much the whole time on his way home so there wasn't much left.
"Scott, were you crying?" Wallace asked concerned. It was a bit funny to Scott. Wallace is his cool gay roommate, he's not tender or nice. He's pretty mean most of the time but in a friendly way. Like in a 'we are such good friends you know I'm joking' way. Scott liked that, Wallace was always there for him after something bad happened, dropping his cool persona to be there for his friend emotionally and physically. Scott remembers after the breakup with Envy he pretty much lived in his roommate's arms. He likes physical touch and was never opposed to cuddling with his friends especially when he was in a bad mental state.
"Yeah" Scott said, his voice small and embarrassed with his answer. He didn't want his cool friend to see him cry. He didn't have many cool friends and the last thing he wanted was for one of his only not lame friends to see him like that and think less of him... again. Wallace never said it to him but Scott knew when he was sobbing over Envy his friend had enough of him. At least that's what Scott was thinking.
"What happened Scott?" Wallace asked sitting down next to his friend. One of the last thing he expected today was for his friend to come home drunk and sobbing. Wallace scooted Scott's bangs from his eyes. "C'mon Guy tell me, I'm getting kinda scared over here" He said with a little chuckle to lighten up the mood. Wallace was never very good with emotions, especially someone else's but he knew he had to help his friend somehow. He could ignore his own emotional needs but not Scotts.
"Ramona broke up with me" Scott said looking up at Wallace. Seeing his friend's face looking down on him only made him cry more. He was once again in the same situation. He was brokenhearted and Wallace was forced to cheer him up. Again.
Wallace seeing his roommate start to cry again hugged him close to his chest. Scott feeling the warmth of his friend started crying harder, grabbing onto Wallace with his hands. Wallace hugged him and squeezed him tight while rubbing his back. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"
"N-no." Scott whimpered, absolutely soiling his friend's shirt with his tears.
"It's ok you don't have to tell me now, maybe later hm?" Wallace tried to communicate in the most soothing voice he could. He remembers what a wreck Scott was after the Envy break up and he knew he had to be gentle. He thought Scott and Ramona would be the end game. He was obsessed with her, madly in love and it seemed like the feeling was mutual.
"I just- I really thought we had something, you know? L-like she was the one and- and." Scott said prying himself off of Wallace, still holding his arms, close.
"I know guy, I do. I don't know why it happened but you know it's not the end of the world right? I'm here for you and if Ramona won't be the one I will always be" Wallace said jokingly with a little smirk. He knew making Scott laugh was the best solution. He's a silly guy, pretty immature, and shitty jokes always made him laugh.
It didn't work. Apparently. Instead of laughing Scott looked at him with a pretty serious for him look at his face. Tears still rolling down his cheeks while he tried to calm his breath down. Slowly Scott took his hands off Wallace and sat there next to him. Close but not close enough to touch. Wallace felt a bit scared, he didn't want his friend to think he was making fun of him for thinking his relationship was serious enough to last forever. All he wanted to do was to see a little smile on his roommate's face.
"I'm sorry, too soon-" That's all Wallace managed to say before Scott put his hands on his face and looked him straight in the eye. Slowly Scott started to get a little close. Wallace could feel his breath on his face, he could also smell the scent of alcohol coming from his friend. He froze in place, He had no idea what Scott was trying to do and didn't know if he should move or stay still to not startle his friend.
Scott was so close their foreheads were practically touching. Scott with his face red from tears and Wallace with his face white as a sheet, staring at each other. One second they were separate, next their lips touched. To say Wallace was shocked was an understatement, he had a huge crush on his friend since college but he never thought he would kiss him. All his flirts were taken as a joke and after a while, he was fine with that. He valued their friendship more than the small chance of getting to fuck Scott but then ruining it all. He was too scared to lose their relationship over his little crush. Or more like his undying love for him.
Kissing Scott was something he has always dreamt of but the reality was so much different than his imagination. His lips were chapped and wet from the tears and snot. He was trying to deepen the kiss by moving his lips a bit still holding Wallace's face in his palms. After the shock, Wallace kissed back. Putting all of the tension he felt all those years into this kiss, all the times he looked at his friend and wished he could just kiss him right there and then. Wallace put his hands into Scott's hair and started to gently rub over his scalp with his blunt nails. He licked over Scott's chapped lips and his roommate responded by opening his mouth a bit. Neither of them knew how long their little make-out season lasted. It wasn't rough or heated more gentle and slow. Exploring each other lovingly as all long-time friends do.
With a little huff, Scott was the first to break the kiss. Still holding his friend's face all he could do was look at him. His eyes, lips, nose, pretty rose cheeks. Wallace was a beauty and Scott knew that. He would sometimes look at him and admire just how pretty a guy can be. He knew he wasn't pretty, sure Wallace called him cute or hot jokingly but he wasn't as pretty as his friend. His friend he just kissed. Right after he broke up with his girlfriend.
Neither of them knew what to say or do. It was a surprise for them both, Wallace didn't know why Scott decided to do that, and neither did Scott if he was being honest. It just felt like something he had to do after hearing Wallace say he would be 'the one' for him. After all these years the only constant thing in his life was his roommate. He was there for him and if he could he would stay with Wallace for the rest of his life. He never wanted to leave his side. He wished Wallace was... He wished..
"I wish you were a girl." That was the first thing Scott said. And it was true, Scott wished Wallace was a girl so he could be with him. He loved Wallace the most. And he wished he could be with him but he can't. He doesn't like men. He wished he did. He wished he could kiss him good morning every day and he wished it felt right to do so but it didn't.
"Scott-" Was the first thing Wallace said. Sure he had a fair share of guys saying shit like that. Kind of shit like that. No one ever said it so bluntly to him before and he never cared. His sexuality wasn't a problem to him.. If he had a crush on a straight guy he got over it. He refused to feel sorry for himself but now? Scott didn't say he wished he was gay, he wished Wallace was a girl. So it could feel correct to him. He doesn't feel comfortable with being with a man. With Wallace. And he never felt so crushed before.
"I'm sorry, I- Ok let's just forget about this ok? I'm sorry, I'm still drunk and- and I don't know. I will just go to the bathroom. Sorry" Scott said as quickly as he could and scrambled himself up from the bed. He made it to the bathroom in seconds.
All Wallace could do was sit on their shared mattress and stare at the door his friend, at least he hoped Scott was still his friend, vanished behind.
He could feel a single tear roll down his cheek.
He doesn't remember the last time he cried.
And he never thought Scott would be the one to break him completely.
Because Scott wanted him to be a girl.
And he wasn't one.
Scott will never want him.
Wallace stood up, put his coat on, and left the apartment. Now he was going to be the one drunk and sobbing.