blind first dates (c.h)

"message from calum"

"Wes, you're taking care of yourself. That's important," I assured him and he sent me a smile before looking down at his lap. "You could always come move in with me."

"You would kill me in less than a week," Wesley said and I shook my head, knowing I would love to live with Wesley. I think it would be so much fun. "I'd have to find a job down there."

"Well, it's not like you're not searching for one! You could move in, get settled, and start looking around," I said, suddenly becoming excited about the possibility of Wes moving in with me.

"Em, I would have to think about it... okay?" Wesley was laughing at me, clearly wanting me to calm down as I became more high-energy. I took a deep breath and nodded my head calmly. "How was Annie?"

"She's good... just a small diagnosis of teenage angst."

"God," Wesley exclaimed, falling backwards onto my bed. "Can you believe she's a teenager?" I laughed at Wesley's actions and peered over him, reading the look on his face to be disbelief. "Who let that happen?"

"It has to happen," I told him and he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared straight up at my ceiling. "She'll always be the baby, though." A sudden ding sounded from the opposite side of the room and my eyebrows furrowed.

"Was that yours?" Wesley asked, propping himself up on his elbows as he figured it had been my phone that had made the noise. I shrugged my shoulders and pushed myself off the bed as I made my way to my bags. My phone was sitting on top of them, I'm sure I left it there after being too tired to plug it up, and I grabbed it, seeing a notification for a message from calum.

"Oh... shit," I cursed, feeling as though one hundred butterflies were fluttering through the bottom of my stomach. I had no idea why he was texting so early, but I didn't mind. I slowly opened the message and bit my lip as I read it.

calum
8:36 am
so I had planned on waiting a couple of days before texting or calling you, but I found a bracelet under the couch when I was cleaning and figured it might be yours? leave it to me to text you in the lamest way possible 🤧

I laughed quietly, but my thoughts were interrupted as someone cleared their throat. I turned on the ball of my foot to find Wesley staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Cassidy?" Wes asked me, but I slowly shook my head. "You're texting someone other than Cassidy?"

"It's that guy... that I went on a date with," I said, specifying the guy I was talking about. Wesley developed a small smirk and my eyes rolled as I walked back over to my bed and sat down. "I'm surprised mom forgot to ask me about it."

"The date?" Wes asked and I nodded my head. "I'm sure she'll be dying to know by the time you get downstairs. I'm glad you finally had a semi-successful date. How many have you been on now? Eighty-nine?"

"Okay, I have not gone on that many... this was the twenty-seventh," Wesley's eyes nearly fell from their sockets as I gave him the actual number and I sighed as I flailed backward onto my bed. "It's not my fault that all the guys I've been dates with are total losers or jerks."

"So you've never considered yourself to be the problem... ever?" Wesley asked me and I looked at him, taken aback, as he asked me such a question. "I'm not saying you're wrong about a majority of them. But twenty-seven guys, Em? I don't think they all have problems."

"Okay... so, maybe I'm not always the most pleasant date in the entire world," I said, slowly shrugging as I thought back on a couple of dates that had definitely gone wrong due to my lack of date knowledge. "Sometimes they're too cute. I get nervous, you know? Sometimes they're sweet, but not cute enough and instead of being a bitch and turning them down, I make myself out to be some sort of psycho so that they have to turn me down. I'm desperate, but picky... are you judging me?"