Hello, I Love You
Wesley Theodore Hughes has a good life. Didn't stop it feeling like something was missing, though.
WesXOC
Heterosexual thing becuase I CAN
IT'S SO CHEESY I WANT TO DIE
Wesley Theodore Hughes has a good life.
After the bumpy road that was Middle School he had managed to find himself. Found out that he liked singing and musicals and girls and he was allowed to like them at the same time Goddamnit, screw what the jocks had said.
He had the most loyal friends in the history of forever, he had a nice house and a shiny new car and a neat new blazer to wear to Dalton, the best private school in Westerville and one of the top in Ohio. Tuition was steep but it was worth it when there was now a 90% chance he'd get into any Ivy League college of his choice.
So, yeah, his life is fantastic.
Didn't stop it feeling like something was missing, though.
~~~~~
He had friends. He had amazing friends. They were the best friends you could ask for.
But sometimes they didn't feel like enough.
Sometimes they'd be sitting together at lunch, just chatting and such, and Logan or Nick would mention their girlfriends or David would talk about his last date with Stephanie or something like that, and Wes would suddenly feel left out. They'd go off on tangents about dates or presents or kiss-appropriate foods and Wes would just have to sit there, picking at the lid of his thermos and try to wait it out until the subject of girls passed.
Not having a girlfriend wasn't a big deal.
Was it?
~~~~~
His car broke down.
His car broke down.
His new, barely-out-of-the-box-congrats-you're-old-enough-to-drive-yay, car was pulled up at the side of the road with a weird putt-putting noise coming from the engine and an owner with absolutely no knowledge of how he was meant to fix it.
He stood over his baby, hood popped, biting his lip and feeling the weirdest sort of panic seeping through his skin, when a loud roar came up behind him.
He turned and saw what was most definitely a girl pull up beside him on a… Metallic green Harley Davidson? What?
The girl shut off the engine and popped the…foot...pedal...thing down so the bike wouldn't fall over. She was wearing a form fitting Bullet For My Valentine shirt and a large man's leather jacket with badges and patches all across the lapels. She had a pair of faded skin-tight blue jeans and knee-high black boots with flame shaped gold buckles up the side and an inch-high heel. She also had a shiny black full-head helmet, complete with visor.
The girl pulled her helmet off and shook her honey-blonde hair out. She blinked at him with wide green-grey eyes from a round freckle covered face.
"Need some help Prep Boy?" She smirked, tucking the helmet under her arm and dismounting gracefully.
"How do you know I'm a Prep Boy?" Wes countered, trying his darndest to look as badass as the girl smirking at him.
"The blazer." She pointed at the afore mentioned piece of clothing tied around his waist. "Dalton, right?" He nodded dumbly. She smiled. "My cousin goes there. Nice boy, bit thick though."
"What do you want?" Wes rushed out, feeling heat creeping up his neck as the pretty girl smiled at him.
"Bit forward of you." She chuckled and sauntered over to stand next to him. She held out a glove covered hand. "Name's Danielle. What's yours Prep Boy?"
Wes stood up straight and looked the girl up and down in a vain attempt to appear casual. He held out his hand.
"Wesley Hughes." Danielle smiled slightly and took his hand, shaking firmly. "Call me Wes."
"Well, Wes." Danielle laughed, pushing him gently with her shoulder so he would scootch over. "My father just so happens to be an Air Force mechanic, and you may just want me to have a look at what's wrong with this baby." She began poking around the engine, obviously noticing things that Wes wouldn't have spotted in a million years.
"That's the problem with the new Audi's." She said matter-of-factly, before spewing out some jargon that Wes didn't catch at all, so he just settled for watching her talk.
She was a very pretty talker.
~~~~~
David seriously needed to shut up.
So he'd gotten the girls number, big whoop. It was just because she actually lived a few blocks away from him and wanted to teach him about cars while his dad was at work. Purely platonic.
"Oh, yeah, totally platonic." David smiled, chin propped in his palms as Wes reclined in a bean bag and Thad and Blaine battled each other at COD in the background. "The fact you remember exactly what her boots looked like says something, Wes."
"They were interesting boots." Wes defended. Jeff and Trent walked in to the room carrying massive bowls of buttered popcorn to the pillow fort.
"So interesting you looked up the designer and spent twenty minutes working out if she would like any of the other boots they made?"
"What's going on?" Jeff queried, shoving popcorn in his mouth. "Did Wes meet a girl?"
"Wes met a girl?" Blaine turned and smiled, still managing to kill Thad's little soldier. "Oh, do tell."
"I want details." Nick popped up from behind the fort, skittles in hand.
"Did it get steamy?" Trent wiggled his hips as appropriate and Thad hit his shins.
"Do not wiggle your posterior in my face, please."
"Okay, stop." Wes stood up and looked at all of their faces.
Goddamn sleepovers.
"Yes, I met a girl. No, we are not dating, we did not kiss, we did not have sex on the bonnet of my car."
"Kinky." Blaine commented dryly.
"The only reason," Wes ploughed on. "She gave me her number is so she can teach me about cars because my dad doesn't have the time. There is nothing there, guys."
"Pfffft, sure." Blaine scoffed and turned back to the game.
"That's no fun." Jeff pouted and vanished into the fort with Nick, who just rolled his eyes and swallowed another handful of skittles.
"And there I was thinking I would finally get to plan a wedding." Trent lamented as he too went into the fort. Thad had long since gone back to dying miserably at Blaine's hands. David gave him a look.
"You meet a nice, smoking hot girl, who rides a motorbike and knows about cars, and you're keeping it platonic?" He questioned. Wes nodded and David snorted. "Dude, if I didn't know about the porn stash under the bed, I would swear you had no sex drive."
"THERE'S PORN UNDER HERE?" Jeff screamed in terror before rocketing out of the fort, popcorn clutched to his chest. Nick began trying to coax him into coming back and David rolled his eyes.
"Jeff's sex drive, however, remains questionable."
~~~~~
I can't do this David ~W
Why the Hell not? ~D
SHE'S NOT WEARING CAR FIXING CLOTHES ~W
What is she wearing, then? A ball gown? ~D
No. Shorts. Little ones. And a flannel shirt. Tied at the front. ~W
So I'm guessing her boobs look great right now? ;D ~D
DAVID! YOU ARE NOT HELPING! SHE HAS A BELLY BUTTON PIERCING! I AM TWO SECONDS AWAY FROM MAKING OUT WITH THIS GIRL ON MY CAR BONNET ~W
To quote Blaine, 'Kinky'. ~D
Why did I even bother texting you? ~W
Because you love me? ~D
Yea. We'll see about that. ~W
~~~~~
"Wes." Jeff plonked down next to him in History and turned exceptionally serious-for-Jeff eyes onto Wes. "Are you flirting with my cousin?"
"What?" Wes raised an eyebrow at the blond boy. "Who's your cousin?"
"Danielle." Jeff said bluntly and Wes felt like beating his head against the desk. "Danielle Anne Shepard. She's the same age as Blaine and she keeps teasing me about it despite the fact I'm taller. She rides a metallic green Harley that used to belong to her dad, and she makes a habit of wearing clothes that drive a lot of guys crazy." Jeff blinked. "And she's flirting with you because she really wants to go out with you."
Wes started and stared at Jeff. His face was completely honest and innocent.
"She does?"
"Uh, yeah?" Jeff raised an eyebrow at him, like he suddenly thought Wes was a little thick. "Why else do you think she gave you her number and hasn't been wearing proper clothes around you?"
"I..." Wes rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he slowly turned redder. "I assumed that was just what she did..."
"Do you really think she wears those weird little shorts on a day-to-day basis?" Jeff's tone seemed to indicate that he thought Wes should be sitting up the back of the classroom with the safety scissors and glitter. "My uncle would have a stroke."
"Oh." Wes stared down at his History book and tried not to meet Jeff's gaze. "So, she wants me to ask her out?"
"Yes." Jeff paused. "But I kind of already asked her out for you." Wes looked at Jeff sharply. "You're going to watch that new action movie thing on Friday at six. You pay for tickets she pays for snacks."
"You asked her out without even checking with me first?" Wes tried to be indignant, he really did, but the giddy excitement he felt bubbling up was hard to fight.
"You're welcome."
~~~~~
Is it cheesy if Wes says that Danielle might be one of the best things that's ever happened to him?
It would be, wouldn't it?
WesXOC
Heterosexual thing becuase I CAN
IT'S SO CHEESY I WANT TO DIE
Wesley Theodore Hughes has a good life.
After the bumpy road that was Middle School he had managed to find himself. Found out that he liked singing and musicals and girls and he was allowed to like them at the same time Goddamnit, screw what the jocks had said.
He had the most loyal friends in the history of forever, he had a nice house and a shiny new car and a neat new blazer to wear to Dalton, the best private school in Westerville and one of the top in Ohio. Tuition was steep but it was worth it when there was now a 90% chance he'd get into any Ivy League college of his choice.
So, yeah, his life is fantastic.
Didn't stop it feeling like something was missing, though.
~~~~~
He had friends. He had amazing friends. They were the best friends you could ask for.
But sometimes they didn't feel like enough.
Sometimes they'd be sitting together at lunch, just chatting and such, and Logan or Nick would mention their girlfriends or David would talk about his last date with Stephanie or something like that, and Wes would suddenly feel left out. They'd go off on tangents about dates or presents or kiss-appropriate foods and Wes would just have to sit there, picking at the lid of his thermos and try to wait it out until the subject of girls passed.
Not having a girlfriend wasn't a big deal.
Was it?
~~~~~
His car broke down.
His car broke down.
His new, barely-out-of-the-box-congrats-you're-old-enough-to-drive-yay, car was pulled up at the side of the road with a weird putt-putting noise coming from the engine and an owner with absolutely no knowledge of how he was meant to fix it.
He stood over his baby, hood popped, biting his lip and feeling the weirdest sort of panic seeping through his skin, when a loud roar came up behind him.
He turned and saw what was most definitely a girl pull up beside him on a… Metallic green Harley Davidson? What?
The girl shut off the engine and popped the…foot...pedal...thing down so the bike wouldn't fall over. She was wearing a form fitting Bullet For My Valentine shirt and a large man's leather jacket with badges and patches all across the lapels. She had a pair of faded skin-tight blue jeans and knee-high black boots with flame shaped gold buckles up the side and an inch-high heel. She also had a shiny black full-head helmet, complete with visor.
The girl pulled her helmet off and shook her honey-blonde hair out. She blinked at him with wide green-grey eyes from a round freckle covered face.
"Need some help Prep Boy?" She smirked, tucking the helmet under her arm and dismounting gracefully.
"How do you know I'm a Prep Boy?" Wes countered, trying his darndest to look as badass as the girl smirking at him.
"The blazer." She pointed at the afore mentioned piece of clothing tied around his waist. "Dalton, right?" He nodded dumbly. She smiled. "My cousin goes there. Nice boy, bit thick though."
"What do you want?" Wes rushed out, feeling heat creeping up his neck as the pretty girl smiled at him.
"Bit forward of you." She chuckled and sauntered over to stand next to him. She held out a glove covered hand. "Name's Danielle. What's yours Prep Boy?"
Wes stood up straight and looked the girl up and down in a vain attempt to appear casual. He held out his hand.
"Wesley Hughes." Danielle smiled slightly and took his hand, shaking firmly. "Call me Wes."
"Well, Wes." Danielle laughed, pushing him gently with her shoulder so he would scootch over. "My father just so happens to be an Air Force mechanic, and you may just want me to have a look at what's wrong with this baby." She began poking around the engine, obviously noticing things that Wes wouldn't have spotted in a million years.
"That's the problem with the new Audi's." She said matter-of-factly, before spewing out some jargon that Wes didn't catch at all, so he just settled for watching her talk.
She was a very pretty talker.
~~~~~
David seriously needed to shut up.
So he'd gotten the girls number, big whoop. It was just because she actually lived a few blocks away from him and wanted to teach him about cars while his dad was at work. Purely platonic.
"Oh, yeah, totally platonic." David smiled, chin propped in his palms as Wes reclined in a bean bag and Thad and Blaine battled each other at COD in the background. "The fact you remember exactly what her boots looked like says something, Wes."
"They were interesting boots." Wes defended. Jeff and Trent walked in to the room carrying massive bowls of buttered popcorn to the pillow fort.
"So interesting you looked up the designer and spent twenty minutes working out if she would like any of the other boots they made?"
"What's going on?" Jeff queried, shoving popcorn in his mouth. "Did Wes meet a girl?"
"Wes met a girl?" Blaine turned and smiled, still managing to kill Thad's little soldier. "Oh, do tell."
"I want details." Nick popped up from behind the fort, skittles in hand.
"Did it get steamy?" Trent wiggled his hips as appropriate and Thad hit his shins.
"Do not wiggle your posterior in my face, please."
"Okay, stop." Wes stood up and looked at all of their faces.
Goddamn sleepovers.
"Yes, I met a girl. No, we are not dating, we did not kiss, we did not have sex on the bonnet of my car."
"Kinky." Blaine commented dryly.
"The only reason," Wes ploughed on. "She gave me her number is so she can teach me about cars because my dad doesn't have the time. There is nothing there, guys."
"Pfffft, sure." Blaine scoffed and turned back to the game.
"That's no fun." Jeff pouted and vanished into the fort with Nick, who just rolled his eyes and swallowed another handful of skittles.
"And there I was thinking I would finally get to plan a wedding." Trent lamented as he too went into the fort. Thad had long since gone back to dying miserably at Blaine's hands. David gave him a look.
"You meet a nice, smoking hot girl, who rides a motorbike and knows about cars, and you're keeping it platonic?" He questioned. Wes nodded and David snorted. "Dude, if I didn't know about the porn stash under the bed, I would swear you had no sex drive."
"THERE'S PORN UNDER HERE?" Jeff screamed in terror before rocketing out of the fort, popcorn clutched to his chest. Nick began trying to coax him into coming back and David rolled his eyes.
"Jeff's sex drive, however, remains questionable."
~~~~~
I can't do this David ~W
Why the Hell not? ~D
SHE'S NOT WEARING CAR FIXING CLOTHES ~W
What is she wearing, then? A ball gown? ~D
No. Shorts. Little ones. And a flannel shirt. Tied at the front. ~W
So I'm guessing her boobs look great right now? ;D ~D
DAVID! YOU ARE NOT HELPING! SHE HAS A BELLY BUTTON PIERCING! I AM TWO SECONDS AWAY FROM MAKING OUT WITH THIS GIRL ON MY CAR BONNET ~W
To quote Blaine, 'Kinky'. ~D
Why did I even bother texting you? ~W
Because you love me? ~D
Yea. We'll see about that. ~W
~~~~~
"Wes." Jeff plonked down next to him in History and turned exceptionally serious-for-Jeff eyes onto Wes. "Are you flirting with my cousin?"
"What?" Wes raised an eyebrow at the blond boy. "Who's your cousin?"
"Danielle." Jeff said bluntly and Wes felt like beating his head against the desk. "Danielle Anne Shepard. She's the same age as Blaine and she keeps teasing me about it despite the fact I'm taller. She rides a metallic green Harley that used to belong to her dad, and she makes a habit of wearing clothes that drive a lot of guys crazy." Jeff blinked. "And she's flirting with you because she really wants to go out with you."
Wes started and stared at Jeff. His face was completely honest and innocent.
"She does?"
"Uh, yeah?" Jeff raised an eyebrow at him, like he suddenly thought Wes was a little thick. "Why else do you think she gave you her number and hasn't been wearing proper clothes around you?"
"I..." Wes rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he slowly turned redder. "I assumed that was just what she did..."
"Do you really think she wears those weird little shorts on a day-to-day basis?" Jeff's tone seemed to indicate that he thought Wes should be sitting up the back of the classroom with the safety scissors and glitter. "My uncle would have a stroke."
"Oh." Wes stared down at his History book and tried not to meet Jeff's gaze. "So, she wants me to ask her out?"
"Yes." Jeff paused. "But I kind of already asked her out for you." Wes looked at Jeff sharply. "You're going to watch that new action movie thing on Friday at six. You pay for tickets she pays for snacks."
"You asked her out without even checking with me first?" Wes tried to be indignant, he really did, but the giddy excitement he felt bubbling up was hard to fight.
"You're welcome."
~~~~~
Is it cheesy if Wes says that Danielle might be one of the best things that's ever happened to him?
It would be, wouldn't it?