It was the night of the bonfire. It baffled me to think that, at the beginning of that weekend, I was actually excited for the bonfire. Now, it was just terrifying. To think about what I had to tell Allison panicked me. I felt like I needed my inhaler again. After all the love I showed her and that we showed to each other, how could I possibly explain cheating on her? The true explanation was that I was lovestruck over Stiles, but I couldn't tell her that; it would break her heart. What it boiled down to, though, was that her heart was gonna be broken no matter how I explained it to her.

I was gonna dress nicer than I usually did and put on some cologne for the bonfire, but that was back when I was planning on making it romantic for Allison. I decided to just put on one of my usual outfits. I heard Stiles pull up outside. He honked his horn to let me know he was there, obviously still not remembering that my keen werewolf hearing allowed me to know when he arrived even without him sounding his horn.

After I got into his car, he wasted no time bringing up the subject of interest.

"So, how are you gonna break it to her?" he asked.

"I don't know," I answered simply and honestly.

"Are you still gonna do the romantic thing?"

"Of course not."

"Sorry for asking. It was a stupid question."

"No, it wasn't," I said and kissed him.

"Scott, you can't keep making it seem like everything I do is right just because you love me."

I blushed a little. Stiles pull off from in front of my house and headed for the bonfire.

It was gonna be in the park near the forest preserve. Apparently, Jackson was one of the guys who organized it every year and brought the fire pit. They couldn't actually light a pile of branches on fire in a public park.

As we pulled up to it, I saw that there were about nine people there already, none of which were Allison. It relieved me a little, but the fear soon returned when I realized that her not being there was just gonna give me more time to suffer from anxiety.

"Its okay, Scott. You can do this," said Stiles lovingly rubbing my back in a useless attempt at calming my nerves.

"Stiles, do you realize what I have to do? I'm not afraid of her reaction. What I am afraid of is what I'm about to end. How could me and Allison go from marriage potential to this so quickly? I feel like me ending this is almost premature."

"Ending this? How do you even know she's gonna break up with you? Are you planning on breaking up with her?"

He was right. No one had said anything about breaking up. When I thought about how much I loved Stiles, it naturally seemed like the right decision.

"Actually, I wasn't planning on breaking up with her, but, if she doesn't break up with me, I'm going to."

"Why? I thought you loved her."

"But I love you more."

Stiles looked touched and gently pressed his soft, pink lips against mine. I always loved Stiles' full lips. They made kissing him that much more enjoyable. Saying that I loved him more honestly just slipped out of my mouth. I had always considered my love for them equal, but who was I kidding? I obviously must have loved Stiles more if I was considering breaking up with Allison for him. Although, it didn't really make sense to break up for someone when you didn't even know if that person loved you back the same way. What breaking up with her would give me, though, would be the entitlement to pursue Stiles freely.

We pulled into the parking lot of the park. Just as we were about to get out of the car, I turned to see Isaac with his hands cupped around his face, trying to see into the Jeep.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as I got out of the car.

"I was trying to see if anyone was in here. We saw this car pull up about ten minutes ago, and I recognized it as Stiles'. You guys still hadn't came over to the bonfire, so I was seeing if you guys were even in here."

I didn't know if he had seen our kiss or not.

"Oh. Well, here we come," I said, smiling.

The three of us walked over to the bonfire.

"Party's here," said Lydia.

Jackson rolled his eyes and took a sip out of his beer.

I felt nervous throughout the night, as I was anticipating Allison's arrival.

She got there about fifteen minutes after Stiles and I did. I felt myself hyperventilating slightly. Stiles must have recognized it because he rubbed my leg to calm me. Jackson raised an eyebrow at the way Stiles was touching me. Stiles saw him and took his hand away, looking embarrassed. I gave Jackson a dirty look and put Stiles' hand back on my leg.

"Screw him," I told Stiles.

As Allison walked over to the fire, I mentally prepared myself. She looked so happy. She was probably excited. Her good mood was gonna make it that much harder to break it to her. She smiled and waved to everyone, then took a seat next to me. Stiles was on the other side of me. That seating arrangement was a lot like the emotional situation I was in.

"Hey," she said and kissed me on the lips.

I took a look at Stiles' facial expression. He was looking away. It obviously hurt him to see Allison kiss me. That was when I knew that I had to do it, for Stiles.

"Hey, can we go talk privately for a minute?" I asked her.

"Sure," she responded with a smile.

I grabbed Stiles' hand and led him away from the bonfire with Allison and I.

"Whoa. What's that?" asked Allison, laughing and referring to me holding Stiles' hand, as I was still holding it after we got to the private area.

Stiles was looking all around, appearing to be a nervous wreck. I felt the sweat forming on his palm.

"It's okay," I told him.

Allison laughed.

"Wow. I knew you guys were good friends, but holding hands? Well, whatever floats your boat, I guess."

She seemed totally clueless as to what was happening there.

"Allison, I need to tell you something," I said.

"Well, it must be serious, considering your tone of voice. What is it, Scott?"

I opened my mouth three times to tell her, but, each time, no words were omitted. That was when Stiles must have decided that it would be up to him to tell her. He must not have been able to say anything either because, instead of telling her anything, he just kissed me.

Allison's face looked dreary. Her eyes kept oscillating between us.

"What is going on here?" she asked.

"Allison." That was all I could manage to say to her at that moment.

"You know, I had a feeling deep down within myself that something was going on with you. You suddenly weren't texting or calling me as much and suddenly you became a lot less physical; all you wanted to do now was talk, but, this, I did not expect."

She sounded angry.

"Allison," I started.

"No. Save it. The least you could have done was break up with me before you started...this," she said, pointing her finger at me and Stiles holding hands.

"Scott, are you gay?" she asked.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that? Does it even matter?"

"No, Scott; it doesn't matter, but what does matter is that I'm a girl and Stiles is a guy. Were you even attracted to me in the first place, or was I just some sort of experiment?" she ranted.

"No, Allison. It's not like that at all."

"It's completely like that! You know what? I don't even care. Just stay away from me."

She walked all the way to her car and sped off.

Stiles was looking at my face, probably to see how I was feeling. I felt filthy. I felt like the biggest loser in the world. I took an amazing girl's heart and just...shattered it.

"Stiles, can we just go."

He nodded in approval.

As we walked to Stiles' car, it seemed like everyone around the bonfire was looking at us, as they had seen Allison speed off. Stiles quickly reversed out of the parking space and drove off.

I rolled my window down. I needed air. I felt like I was suffocating. Stiles glanced over at me sympathetically.

"You did the right thing, Scott."

"Sure I did the right thing by telling her, but I did the wrong thing by cheating on her."

"Yeah. I kinda feel like your dirty mistake."

Stiles started crying.

"This is all my fault, Scott. I should have never led you on, and now your amazing girlfriend is gone. I ruined your life, Scott."

We were sitting at a red light. I kissed him deeply.

"Don't ever say that again. I would do anything for you Stiles. I love you. I freaking love you," I said and kissed him again.

Stiles was too busy kissing me to realize that the light had changed.

"Let's go to your house, okay?" I asked him.

He nodded.

We pulled into his driveway. After he unlocked the front door, I led him by his hand up to his bedroom. I shut the bedroom door behind us.

"Let's take a shower," I suggested.

"Let's?" he asked

"Yeah, as in both of us," I responded.

He didn't say anything. He just started taking off his clothes. I did the same. While we were both naked I grabbed him and gave him a deep kiss. We got into the shower. I washed his body, spending ample time on his backside. He moaned as I rubbed my hands up and down his smooth body, marveling at his creamy white skin and kissing his back. We started to kiss again. Stiles put his arms over my shoulders. We kissed for about three minutes before we decided that it was time to end our shower. We dried off and put clothes on. I wore some of Stiles' indoor clothes since I hadn't brought any of my own. I shut off all of the lights and we got into his bed. As I lied behind Stiles, I held him tightly through the night.