always a step behind from Wesley.

so close to kissing.

You know a person you just dislike? Because whatever they do, you can not seem to go along with it? Well, for me.. it's Wesley. Wesley benson. He is the most annoying, cockiest, rudest, arrogant, bitter person to walk on this face of earth. I don't understand what his problem is with me, but we always argue. The main problem is, he's a family friend of ours. Whenever I fell down when I was younger? Oh, because he pushed me down. Whenever I had someone laugh at me for my pig tails or weird phase of collecting Pokémon cards? Wesley.

I simply cannot stand him.

"Dana, come downstairs please honey. The bensons are here and we're all going to go out by the lake for the day." I hear my mom screaming from the living room. I am in the same house, aren't I? groaning and after lots of annoyance I get myself out of bed and clumsily walk down the stairs.

"Hey sweetie, here's some breakfast, quickly eat up please." I quickly go to sit on the kitchen stools, with my legs barely touching the ground. The fact I'm 18, is a stretch. I could almost pass for a 15 year old.

"Hey." Speak of the devil.

"Hi." I roll my eyes, focusing back on my cereal with the spoon obnoxiously hitting my bowl.

"Sooo.." Wesley stretches his O's, looking right at me. "Are you excited to go fishing?" No, the only time I'm excited is when I'm far far away from you. I'm trying to eat, please go away.

"I guess so?" I scrunch up my nose, looking at him. "What's with the sudden civilized manner? Thought the only way you talk is like a fucking barbarian." I add, kind of scared to see his reaction because I was genuinely scared to know why he was being nice to begin with.

"I don't understand why you always have to be such a bitch." He grits his teeth at me, looking me right in the eye. "I was only asking because I don't want to argue with you, but you honestly leave me no choice. Do you like getting under my skin?" He leans closer, and I hold back a breathe.

What's his problem? We grew up arguing. Now he's acting like I'm supposed to be all smiley around him. Fake it till you make it, I suppose.

"No, not at all. I was just asking you a question like you had asked me." I piped back at him, beaming him a smug smile. I could see his eyes twitch and I had to hold a laugh back at how ridiculous he looked.

"You're so fucking annoying." He flicks my neck hard and I can't help but glare at him. "Why did you touch me?" I move away further away from him. It felt weird he was making physical contact when the last time he's ever done that was when we were kids.

That sounds so wrong. But our mothers made us shower together and there are even pictures of that at his house. I always had this toy space ship I loved playing with and there was a way for you to put bubbles inside it, so Wesley with his little chubby hands would gather as much as soap as he could, filling my rocket ship.

That's what she said. Gotta love Micheal Scott.

"I don't know, why did I touch you?" He flicks my neck again, biting his lower lip in amusement.

"Do that again and I'll kill you."

"I'm pretty sure you meant to say the word that ends with two s's instead. You really aren't my type though, thanks for offering." He chuckles in his obnoxious, annoying, wicked way and walks off to where everyone is standing ready to leave.

I have no idea how I'm going to survive the entire day with him.

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"It's so sunny outside, I should've brought sun lotion." Wesleys mother, Beth says loudly. Wes's entire family has this tan to them already. Wes is actually not just Caucasian but he's got a bit of Irish, British, German, and also Italian. His father, Mr Gerald though is Indian. So, Wesley has that to him as well.