THE SUNLIGHT FLARED into my room, and I groaned, burying my head further into the pillow. The light was so bright even with my eyes closed. It scorched my skin, and I felt like I was turning into a human barbecue. My head throbbed as the after-effects of the alcohol took over my body. Last night's horrifying memories came flooding back to me. I opened my tired eyes when my hand fell on something hard, and I screamed with the force of every fiber in my body.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is how you describe your mornings after a night of heavy drinking.

Wesley's face was buried in the crook of my neck. I pushed him out of bed, and he woke up screaming too. I grabbed the covers and looked underneath; I was still fully clothed. But I realized that my clothes weren't the ones I remember wearing the previous night at the hospital. I fumbled around the blanket and pulled it higher up my chest.

Wesley was in no better shape. All he had was his boxers. I could assume where I got my oversized black t-shirt.

"What the hell was that, woman?" Wesley rubbed his head and brushed his disheveled hair away from his eyes.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? Why are we in the same bed? Why are you in my bed?" I yelled and pointed an accusing finger at him.

"You—" His face flared with anger.

"What's wrong?" The door burst open, and in popped two blonde heads, staring at us with worry and confusion etched all over their faces.

My face paled when I realized where I was. I was in Wesley's house, not the other way round. And I just shoved him off his bed.

Winnie's sky blue eyes scanned over our two figures, and her nose scrunched up in disgust as William cringed.

"I don't wanna know if you guys were about to do the hanky panky." Winnie raised both of her hands and shook her head. I scowled.

"Although if you were, keep it down will you? Some people are trying to sleep." William winked and disappeared out of the room, and Winnie followed him. I was left alone with a very angry Wesley.

"I'm just gonna go..." I pointed to the door, shuffled out of bed, and inched my way toward the door and around Wesley as if he was a predator about to pounce on his prey.

"Oh no, you don't." He launched himself onto me, and I squeaked as we tumbled down the carpeted floor. I wiggled my body and struggled to get out of his grip, but Wesley's arms surrounded kept me in place, refusing to let me move another inch.

"Hold still," he mumbled into the crook of my neck, his hot breath fanning against my skin and turning my cheeks scarlet. His breathing eventually became calm as if he had fallen asleep, and I once again tried to move away from him. "Goddamn it, Ava. Hold still." He held me tighter, and I froze, my heart thumping against my chest. Gosh, the things this boy made me feel.

"You're fat," I blurted out, and his eyes opened briefly then shut again.

"It's all muscles, darling," he smirked.

I scoffed and brought my knee up just slightly, hitting him where it hurts most. His face contorted into a painful grimace. He rolled over to his side, reached down, and curled into a ball as I laughed and quickly pushed myself up and away from him.

"What did you do that for?"

I grinned and bent over his crumpled figure. "I warned you, Jerald. You never listen," I said in a sing-song voice and clicked my tongue. I was ready to leave when he grabbed my ankle and pulled me down. I landed on my butt right beside him, and he laughed as he wrapped his arm around my waist again.

"I warned you too," Wesley mumbled. I was once again his human teddy bear.

Silence took over the room, and he shifted to look at me. "What's wrong now? You were laughing just seconds ago."

I sighed and turned to him. "It's just...Summer and I, we never fought before, and this would actually be our first fight, but I don't want to apologize 'cause I don't feel like I did anything wrong. What if we never talk again? What if I made the wrong choice, and I should be the one apologizing?"

"Then you'll have me." Slowly, Wesley used his elbow to prop himself up. His eyebrows furrowed before smiling at me pleasantly. I swear that smile could light up the entire city of New York. "I'll be here for you."

"I already lost so many friends. I...I don't think I can go through the process of losing another."

"You'll always have me with you, Avery. I'll never leave you. Those so-called friends who left you don't deserve your tears. They don't even deserve your smile. Listen, true friends will be willing to move mountains and tame the seas to ensure your happiness. That's because they know that you care for them and that you would do exactly the same in a heartbeat." His eyes were filled with so much sincerity, but I can't help laughing.

"Wes, you're so sweet. I bet that you had a lot of girls chasing after you during your travels." At my own words, I felt a pinch in my heart but chose to ignore it. My smile faltered for a second.

"Well"—Wesley shrugged—"you can't deny that they are all after this specimen." Wesley gestured down to the rest of his body. It had been a mistake on my part to follow his gesture, stopping right at his toned abdomen. He must have noticed my gaze lingering for a second too long for he smirked and pulled me in for a hug. "But I only have eyes for one."

"What?"

His arms loosened around me. "Nothing you need to worry yourself with, princess. Not yet."

We sat there on the carpeted floor, simply content with gazing at each other until Wesley woke from the trance we were both in. "Are you hungry? You drank a lot last night. I wouldn't be good to leave your stomach empty for far too long."

"Ice cream. I want lots and lots of ice cream," I declared, pulling my hair up into a ponytail, and went into the washroom.

Wesley waited for me outside, and when I was done washing up, he was still on the ground. "You know, having ice cream in the morning will give you a stomach-ache. You need something proper to eat." He tugged me down, and I was on the ground yet again.

I scrunched my nose. "Do I look like I care? Last to reach Wal-Mart treats the other!" I pushed Wesley to the ground and slipped into my pants on from the previous night, not even bothering to change out of the oversized shirt.

Outside, I revved my engine, and Wesley popped out of the front door with his pants halfway on and his shirt over his head. Grinning, I put on my helmet and tore down the streets.

This was just too easy.

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