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Jimmy’s so cute- it was a thought that frequented Scott’s head quite often.
As Scott looked at the photos he had- the notes. The everything. All pinned up, to see. Martyn watched him.
“Y’know, if you like the guy so much, you should just talk to him?” Martyn suggested, and Scott gasped dramatically, “Martyn! You can’t possibly suggest I just- what- go up to him, like he’s some random guy!?”
“The whole school worships you, Scott.” Martyn gave him a look, and Scott sighs, “And I worship him..” considering Scott was currently kneeling in the ground, looking up at pictures and notes about Jimmy on a wall, he did look quite like he was literally worshipping someone.
“Not me?” Martyn asked, teasingly. “Oh, Martyn, I love you!” Scott stood up, pressing a kiss to Martyn’s forehead, making Martyn smile, amused.
Scott had clearly had something to drink, or smoke, earlier.
“You’re just.. more of an offering, for me. That doesn’t mean I don’t cherish you~” Scott hugged him close, “I know, you just ‘cherish’ him differently.” Martyn replied in his usual tone of indifference.
His attitude made most people at school dislike him, but Scott didn’t seem to mind it. It was a nice change to have someone want him.
“Mmm, yeah.. he’s.. he’s so cute, and I’m.. me.” Scott looked at the board full of things about/to do with Jimmy, whilst still clinging onto Martyn.
“It’s okay, you have me, and trust me, Scott, you’re amazing” Martyn whispered the last word into Scott’s skin, his constantly bruised lips grazing against Scott’s pale, perfect skin.
“Mmm.. thank you, Martyn. But still- I want him!” Scott was sincere for a moment, and then turned whiny as he separated from Martyn. Martyn watched in amusement as he knelt again, looking up at the board.
“You could just.. talk to him. It worked for me.” Martyn shrugged, leaning against the wall opposite the board. They were in a secret room, located between the school and their hangout spot.
“But what if I mess uppppp” Scott whined, rolling over so he was lying on his back, much to Martyn’s amusement. Scott was definitely wasted- how that happened, he had no clue.
“You won’t, you’re you, Scott, there’s a reason the school worships you.” Martyn reassured, dropping to the floor himself, and shuffling over to Scott so he was sat to the side of his upper body.
“Mmmm.. school..” Scott mumbled, and Martyn let himself laugh a little, “We have school tommorow, I don’t know why you’re so wasted, considering that.” Scott rolled over so his chest was on Martyn’s lap- a rather odd position but Martyn just readjusted so he was lying down with Scott’s head on his chest.
“Boo, I hate my parents.” Scott groaned, and Martyn laughed for a moment more. “It’s alright, I know you do, hun.” He responded, brushing some teal hair out of Scott’s pretty face.
“…I wanna kill them.” “I know you do, hun.” “Can we kill them?” “No. You’re drunk.” “What about after?” “No, hun.” “Pleaaaseee.”
Martyn snickered at Scott’s whiny pleading- he was proper gone. Whatever happened to make him drink that much must’ve been bad, but Martyn didn’t care. Scott was amusing like this.
“How about, if you promise me you’ll speak to Jimmy tomorrow, I’ll think about it?” Martyn suggested, thumbing Scott’s fluffy hair. “Deal.” Scott muttered.
“Hmmm.. no!” Martyn thought about it for only a moment. “No fair!” Scott whined, and Martyn shushed him, “Shh, go to sleep- I wanna watch you wake up tomorrow.”
As he instructed, Scott fell limp in his hold, sleeping almost immediately. He was looking forwards to seeing how Scott would be when he woke up.