It Just Comes Natural, by the_astronomer, Wes/Eric
Ha! I've created a monster. This is number two in the PRSW7. And it actually has continuity with 'Glasses.' And yet again I was supposed to be doing homework. Procrastination is my friend. I really should spend more time on these, but 45 minutes seems to be the average time for my stuff. We'll see what happens. The title is from the new George Strait album. It fit :o) Let me know if you see typos/weirdness. It's late, and I'm tired.
Title: It Just Comes Natural
Chapter: #2 in my Wes/Eric series. I need a collective name now...
Rating: 15+
Warning: Bad words
List of 22: Obsessive
It Just Comes Natural
I can’t believe I just did that. I just asked Eric out. On a date. What’s weirder is that he didn’t yell/hit/kick me or leave the house. We’ve never really been friends, so what possessed me to do that? It must be the close proximity. All of this togetherness is making me want him. Bad. I still don’t know why I invited him here. Dad seemed to think it was a good idea too, so I at least had someone to back me up. I mean, sure, I felt bad for Eric, what with his roof falling in on him and all, but did I really have to invite him to stay here?
Yes I did. Who am I kidding? I wanted him to stay here. And it’s been even better than I could have hoped for. You see, the contractors couldn’t get to work because it kept raining. And raining. It rained for five days straight, and they couldn’t fix Eric’s roof until everything dried out. The rain is my new best friend. Until tomorrow, that is, when Eric can go home. Today was my last chance to do something.
So tonight we’re going out. I never really said it was a date, but I figure dinner and a movie with someone you know only a little about sounds like all the dates I’ve been on. Wait a minute. What if he didn’t know I meant a date date? I know for sure he must like me at least a little. Everyday he doesn’t try to kill me is a point under the ‘I like Wes’ column. I actually keep a running tally of the times Eric is nice to me. These days though, I’m having to switch that to the times he’s not nice to me. I’m glad that’s happening. At least now I don’t need to worry about him trying to kill me in my sleep. A few months ago I wouldn’t have been so sure. Shit! It’s 5 o’clock! We’re leaving at 6.
Oh crap. What am I going to wear? Let’s see.
Red? No. He always sees me in red.
Navy? Nope. Same for navy. Guardian uniforms. Sees me in navy all the time.
Green? Nothing nice to wear that’s green.
White? No to that too. It’s raining. I’m all for looking good, but this is not going to turn into a wet t-shirt contest.
Black? Pretty safe. Basic. Plenty of nice shirts to wear. But they attract so much fuzz.
Gray? Eric probably won’t change, and he’s in grayish-blue from the board meeting, because he didn’t have a clean uniform. He wore my grayish-blue shirt to be exact. Okay, so no gray. That would be weird.
No purple, no yellow, no orange. So much for a multicolor wardrobe.
Maybe Dad has something I can borrow? That’s creepy. Wearing my Dad’s clothes on a date with another guy. I’d never live it down.
That leaves me with…red again. Well I guess red isn’t so bad. I know I look good in it, so why not? Yeah. Red sounds good. Now off to shower. I need to smell and look good if I want to impress Eric. Not that I’m trying that hard really. He’s seen me about 3 seconds from death, so I suppose I’ll always look better than that. It doesn’t hurt to want to look nice though. Does it? I wonder if he’ll think something’s up? Of course there is! I asked him on a date.
Oh no. Dad’s at the door. Do I ignore him or what? Ignore. Definitely ignore for now.
Okay, so he’s leaving for the night. Good. More time for Eric and me later to be alone.
I did not just say that. Okay, now I’m really going to shower. Time to relax.
Or not. I have 10 minutes now. I hope this night goes well…
Title: It Just Comes Natural
Chapter: #2 in my Wes/Eric series. I need a collective name now...
Rating: 15+
Warning: Bad words
List of 22: Obsessive
It Just Comes Natural
I can’t believe I just did that. I just asked Eric out. On a date. What’s weirder is that he didn’t yell/hit/kick me or leave the house. We’ve never really been friends, so what possessed me to do that? It must be the close proximity. All of this togetherness is making me want him. Bad. I still don’t know why I invited him here. Dad seemed to think it was a good idea too, so I at least had someone to back me up. I mean, sure, I felt bad for Eric, what with his roof falling in on him and all, but did I really have to invite him to stay here?
Yes I did. Who am I kidding? I wanted him to stay here. And it’s been even better than I could have hoped for. You see, the contractors couldn’t get to work because it kept raining. And raining. It rained for five days straight, and they couldn’t fix Eric’s roof until everything dried out. The rain is my new best friend. Until tomorrow, that is, when Eric can go home. Today was my last chance to do something.
So tonight we’re going out. I never really said it was a date, but I figure dinner and a movie with someone you know only a little about sounds like all the dates I’ve been on. Wait a minute. What if he didn’t know I meant a date date? I know for sure he must like me at least a little. Everyday he doesn’t try to kill me is a point under the ‘I like Wes’ column. I actually keep a running tally of the times Eric is nice to me. These days though, I’m having to switch that to the times he’s not nice to me. I’m glad that’s happening. At least now I don’t need to worry about him trying to kill me in my sleep. A few months ago I wouldn’t have been so sure. Shit! It’s 5 o’clock! We’re leaving at 6.
Oh crap. What am I going to wear? Let’s see.
Red? No. He always sees me in red.
Navy? Nope. Same for navy. Guardian uniforms. Sees me in navy all the time.
Green? Nothing nice to wear that’s green.
White? No to that too. It’s raining. I’m all for looking good, but this is not going to turn into a wet t-shirt contest.
Black? Pretty safe. Basic. Plenty of nice shirts to wear. But they attract so much fuzz.
Gray? Eric probably won’t change, and he’s in grayish-blue from the board meeting, because he didn’t have a clean uniform. He wore my grayish-blue shirt to be exact. Okay, so no gray. That would be weird.
No purple, no yellow, no orange. So much for a multicolor wardrobe.
Maybe Dad has something I can borrow? That’s creepy. Wearing my Dad’s clothes on a date with another guy. I’d never live it down.
That leaves me with…red again. Well I guess red isn’t so bad. I know I look good in it, so why not? Yeah. Red sounds good. Now off to shower. I need to smell and look good if I want to impress Eric. Not that I’m trying that hard really. He’s seen me about 3 seconds from death, so I suppose I’ll always look better than that. It doesn’t hurt to want to look nice though. Does it? I wonder if he’ll think something’s up? Of course there is! I asked him on a date.
Oh no. Dad’s at the door. Do I ignore him or what? Ignore. Definitely ignore for now.
Okay, so he’s leaving for the night. Good. More time for Eric and me later to be alone.
I did not just say that. Okay, now I’m really going to shower. Time to relax.
Or not. I have 10 minutes now. I hope this night goes well…