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You know when you hate a guy but there's nothing wrong with him. Scorpions had this exact problem except he could most definitely both hate the guy and find something wrong about him. He was too nice and too strong and too.. and too.. and well darn. So fine, Scorpius actually couldn't find anything wrong with Bear. He was just trying to look out for her that was all. What was wrong with a bloke doing that? That's what best mates are for right?
Besides, he may be some serial killer that no one knows about. The fact is, Scorpius doesn't know much about him at all. All he knows is that Bear is from America and that to him is enough to throw a red flag. Americans with their weird eagles and freedoms and such. You can never trust them especially not the ole male rednecks.
Bear Duggar was from Alabama and he was country. Well actually, surprisingly enough he didn't have a strong southern accent but he dressed the part. Well at least in Scorpius' mind he did. Duggar always wore a flannel shirt and jeans. He looked like a lumberjack. So Scorpius reasoned that no flannel wasn't considered "country" attire but he figured he better still watch out for them Americans.
Then there was another hole in his hate Bear and all Americans propaganda. Bear was actually born in the US but that was "because his parents were military", she had told them after he brought out his points. Ugh stupid her and all her smartness. Couldn't she see that he knew what he was talking about and only wanted to help? So yeah another point down. No wonder Bear didn't have a southern accent. If Scorpius would have actually listened he'd hear Bear's slight British accent.
After too many holes blown into his "Hate Bear, He's an Awful Guy" speech Scorpius had only one point left— he had a big head. Gah. This was all he had left. Bugger. So maybe it wasn't the fact that Bear was an awful guy and that's why he shouldn't be with her as much as Scorpius wanted Bear to be an awful guy so he couldn't be with her.
Being in love with your best friend was turning him to a crazy loon. So yeah maybe his "I'm only doing this to protect you thing" was all rubbish and it more "I'm in love with you please don't date him thing". But in his defense how could you not love her. She was perfect with her electric blue eyes and dark auburn hair and her freckles that he just wanted to poke all day. Poke all day? What was happening to him? He really needed to get a checkup or something. Not like that help at all because he already knew what he was sick with.
So now that he had finally admitted that he was no longer the big best friend who protected her at all costs and was now more of a fumbling, lovesick baboon, he reckoned that he ought to do something about it. On one hand he thought that maybe he could shove his emotions deep, deep inside of him and let them suffocate but that sounded a bit too much painful for him. That left him one option: tell her.