I drove over to the new house Scott had bought, just a ways from Michael's. Kevin gave me his key to get in. Since there was no one in the house, I sat down in the black leather chair in the far corner of the room. When Scott finally got in, it was 2 a.m. He had a blonde with him. It was obvious what they were about to do, but unfortunately their plans were about to be altered. All I can say is thank God she drove because he wouldn't be giving her a ride anywhere that night.

"Let's turn the light on so we can see."
"OK..........(Screams)"
"What the fuck? Am I that bad looking?"
"Who's that?"
"What do you mean who's...Lulu."
"Scott we need to talk...now!"
"As you can see, this handsome thing and I are busy, so...."
"You were just leaving, so I can talk to him now."
"Oh really? Who's going to make me?"
"Do you really want that question answered? Cause if it so, no words will be necessary."

Scott just stood as best he could, considering his possible intake for the night although someone would have had to help him pick his jaw up off the floor. With that, the blonde scurried to the front door, almost ripping it off of its hinges before she realized that she had locked it behind them coming in moments earlier.

"Lulu...."
"Don't you Lulu me! How could you? You knew how much today meant to me and you decided that the bottle was more important than me."
"Now wait a minute..."
"No you wait because I ain't finished yet. I had people who don't know me half as well as you do, come to see me graduate and give my speech."
"Speech?"
"That's right Scott! I was valedictorian. Got to give a speech in front of the entire student body and their families, and one of the two people I wanted there the most decided I just wasn't worth his time. You know, I think it could be set up where that shit can be just mainlined into your system. Do you know how much you hurt me?"
"Of course, everything has to be about you..."
"You know what Scott? Screw you! Let the bottle kill you because apparently you don't want to save yourself. When you go before that judge trying to get custody of those kids from that bitch, he won't give them to an alcoholic that loves a bottle of Jack Daniels more than he does them."
"Who told you?"
"About the divorce? It doesn't matter who told me. Scott I know you're hurting, but that isn't going to solve anything. You have got people who love and care about you. We all want to see you get rid of that weight that is holding you down, and go back to being the man that we know and love."
"Love? What do you know about love? You're still only a kid!"
"What do I know about love? I happen to know a damn lot. I know about loving someone so much it kills you to be around them when they hurt themselves. Loving someone you could never have. Never having that person return your feelings."
"It's Kevin isn't it? Whom you're talking about?"
"No Scott, it isn't Kevin."
"Then who is it? Any man would be crazy not to be hopelessly in love with you."
"I only wish that was the case. We are getting off topic here. You need help. I don't want to watch you die before my eyes, Honey. I for one want you around for quite a few more years."
"Boo, if I go into that rehab, I am definitely going to die!"

"Scott if you won't do it for me and the boys; please do it for your kids, those two beautiful little children, at least for yourself."

"Boo, I can't go through this alone."

"You're not. If the others cannot see how big of a man you are because you're asking for help, then to hell with them. At least you've got me."

"Yea I do, don't I?"

With that Scott leaned in and kissed me softly. Scott Hall gave me my first kiss. God, what gave me the strength to pull away, I will never know. Lord knows I wanted to throw him down and fuck him then and there, but not like that. We just stared at each other for a minute, and then I broke through the silence.

"OK Scott, let's get you to bed."

"Oh yea baby, good idea."

"I am not sleeping with you Scott."

When I finally got him upstairs, I took off his shirt. I gave him a light shove, knowing it would take him off his feet. What I didn't plan on was he pulling me with him. We landed face to face, me lying on his chest.

"Come on Baby. Please let me up."

"No. I kind of like the feel of this."

"I bet you do, but it ain't going to happen. So get used to it and let me go!"

"Boo, please. Just stay. We don't have to do anything; I just want to hold you."

"I don't know. I mean you aren't absolutely of a sound mind at the moment."

"I don't want to beg. I will ask you one more time. Please stay with me tonight. I will be the perfect gentleman."

"OK, alright. You win. The first time you try something though, I am gone."

"Please sing me to sleep."

"The usual? OK"

Didn't know I could sing, huh? It's one of my many hidden talents. I know what you're thinking. Here I am, sleeping in the same bed as the man that I love. Of course he doesn't exactly know this fact yet. It kind of broke my heart when we kissed. When he wakes up after a night of heavy partying, Scott has the tendency not to remember anything. I was kind of hoping he would remember the kiss, but I am not betting the farm on it.