a/n THANK U FOR 4K READS <333
also can we talk abt how in the sd vid today weston was doing a fashion show of his shirts from hot topic and thats kinda what happened earlier in this book lowkeyyyy psychic twins moment....
2 days later
buzz.... buzz....
i squeeze my eyes shut and try to open them while i fumble my hands around my bed, attempting to find the source of the buzzing. i come in contact with my phone and flip it over to look at the screen.
weston's name and contact photo is displayed in front of me, and i squint as i hold my phone farther away from my face.
i answer the facetime call unwillingly.
"what?" i groan, holding a hand over my eyes.
weston laughs. "wow, this is ironic."
"huh?" i move my hand away and lay on my side. "how?"
he shakes his head with a smirk. "you'll get it in a second. can you come downstairs and unlock the door? i have a gift for you."
i hadn't even noticed he was outside since the glow of my phone screen had basically blinded me. "what? why are you outside?"
"i just told you, now open up," he says impatiently, but i can still clearly see his grin.
turning my face into my pillow, i let out a muffled groan. "can't it wait until tomorrow?"
he snickers. "probably, but i'm already here."
"fine, weston," i sigh, stumbling to my feet.
i end the call and turn on my lamp, dizzily trudging to my mirror. my hair looks like a rat's nest, and goosebumps prickle up on my skin from not being under a blanket.
shaking my head, i begin to clomp down the stairs. i unlock the front door and open it while still digging the sleep out of my eyes.
a cool breeze wafts in through the house and i shiver. "okay, what's my gift? can i go back to bed?"
he steps in with a small cardboard box in his hands. "this."
i open the box to see a pair of glasses, and a drowsy smile spreads across my face.
"you didn't have to."
"i wanted to," he says. i hand him the box and take out the blue light glasses, looking up at him.
when our i eyes meet, i see that i hadn't even noticed he was wearing the same pair.
"we're match," i joke, tracing back to his instagram caption from a few days ago. it reminds me of our necklaces, and i pull it out over my shirt.
weston does the same, and kisses me gently. the contact alone is enough to make me wake up entirely.
"thank you," i tell him, and he nods.
we stand there, staring at each other for a minute.
"oh," i realize something. "i get why you said this is ironic. on the phone."
he smiles as i point up at the bridge of my nose and then down to my phone in my pocket.
"exactly."
i take a deep breath. "so."
his expression stays neutral. "so."
"what time is it?"
weston looks down at his phone. "2:47."
"why are you up?" i ask, slightly shocked.
he shrugs. "i don't know, i couldn't sleep. so, i thought i'd give you your present a little early."
i try to contain my smile. "when did you buy these?"
"yesterday," he tells me. "i was going to give them to you tomorrow- well, today now, but i was just too excited," his eyes dart down at his fingers nervously.
"well i love them," i say. "if you ever call me again at 2 in the morning i'll keep them by me at all times."
laughing, he nods. "good."
"are you tired?" i ask. why am i asking so many questions?
"not really, are you?" he replies.
"not anymore."
weston gazes at me with a smirk. "do you wanna go on a drive?"
i shrug, my smile growing bigger as i see no reason not to. i have nothing better to do, and if i try to go back to sleep i'll probably just think about him the entire time. "sure."
i go to put on shoes, but i realize that i've been crossing my arms in attempt to warm myself the entire time i've been talking to him.
"i need a sweatshirt, i'll be right back," i say, turning towards the stairs.
weston catches my wrist as i face away from him, but i twist back at his grasp. "here," he shrugs off his grey cardigan and hands it to me. "just take this."
"well aren't you going to be cold?" i ask him blatantly.
he shakes his head and holds the cardigan out farther. "no, i'm fine."
"okay," i say, pulling it on over my tank top. after slipping on a pair of flip flops, i close the door quietly behind me.
knowing weston will want to drive, i immediately stride over to the passenger seat and and get in.
he drives out the neighborhood as we sit in silence.
"do you want to play music?" he asks, glancing at the aux cord.
i feel like i've been playing a lot of music lately, but it's better than silence. "i guess so."
it takes me a little to find something i want to play, but i settle on pure heroine. it fits the mood well, i feel, so i shuffle the album.
biting down plays first, but i skip it. it feels too ominous. a world alone comes on next, so i let it play.
weston drives on the empty roads smoothly, only using one hand. he sets his other on my knee, but every few moments, he sneaks it farther up my leg. i do my best to act unbothered, but it's impossible to not watch him.
the orange glow of the streetlights illuminates his facial features. he puts his tongue in between his upper lip and the row of teeth behind it, gliding it back and forth easily.
his hand leaves my thigh and attaches to the steering wheel while his other hand moves to the buttons on the door. all of the car windows go down while the sun roof also opens entirely. i laugh as my hair begins to whip and twirl around my face. weston laughs too.
his hair flaps back a bit, but a few pieces stick to the sides of his glasses. i sing along loudly to the next few lorde songs while he hums because he can't remember anything except for the tune of a song, and we drive like this for awhile. i don't know for how long, but we end up at a gas station i vaguely recognize.
"food?" weston says, and i can't really tell if it's a statement or a question, so i just say yes.
he locks the car and we walk in. the place is basically deserted except for a young, tired guy around our age sitting at the register.
we both wave at him awkwardly, and he gives a quick "hey how ya doin'" before we disappear down the snack aisle. the whole 'how are you' thing is a fake sham anyway, no one really cares how you are. it's become a reflex to just say 'good thanks! and you?'
i pick out a bag of chips and a bag of those kit kat bites. weston wanders away, and i follow him. he pours himself a cherry slushy out of the machine, so i do the same, getting a blue raspberry one.
weston looks at the food selections in my hands. "those things are good," he says, pointing towards the kit kats.
"i know, that's why i got them," i say sarcastically, and he rolls his eyes dramatically while we walk up to the register.
weston pulls out his wallet to pay, and i'm kind of surprised. why did he bring his wallet with him if he was initially just going to give me the pair of glasses?
we thank the man and rush back to the car. i pop my bag of chips open and eat a few while thinking to myself.
"why'd you bring your wallet?" i ask him. the question is really bugging me.
he presses his lips together. "i don't know."
i sit up straighter, pressing him for an answer. "you do know."
he begins to pull out of the gas station. "okay, well i was kinda planning to ask you if you wanted to go on a drive when i got to your house after i gave you the glasses. i brought it just in case we were going to stop anywhere."
"oh," i say, and i feel sort of happy. he really wanted to plan ahead for me. "okay."
"yeah," he says. "i was really feeling tennis court, can you play that one again?"
i pop another chip in my mouth and laugh. "how'd you know that was my favorite?"
weston grins crookedly. "i stalk your spotify."
"how nice," i say to him, and he nudges my shoulder.
"shut up."
"whatever," i say, and put tennis court back on, cranking it up to the loudest volume.
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a hand snakes between the passenger seat and my back while another supports the underneath of my knees to lift me up.
suddenly, i'm being raised out of the car, and the cold air hits my bare legs again. i curl both my arms into my chest and lay my head on whoever's chest is holding me.
but i already know who it is.
weston opens the front door and carries me up the stairs very quietly. i squint my eyes open and look up at him through the darkness of the hallway. i want to say something, but i'm not sure what i should say. i don't even remember falling asleep in the car, which is weird. usually i can pinpoint the time i started to drift off, but i don't recall any of it.
weston sets me down on my bed carefully, the comforter having been already kicked to the edge of my mattress. he slips my flip flops off and puts them on the floor, then tucks the covers overtop of me.
he kneels down and pushes a few stray hairs behind my ear. i lift a hand and hold it over his delicately.
"goodnight," he whispers into my ear, tickling my skin. he then kisses the top of my forehead. "thanks for coming with me tonight."
i watch him get up to leave, but i hold an arm out. "wait."
weston turns back to look at me, and i notice the bags under his eyes.
"just stay with me, you idiot," my voice is hoarse, probably from screaming lorde for a few hours. "please?"
his smile returns as he makes his way back over to me. "you want me to?"
i roll my eyes. "why wouldn't i?"
he shrugs and pulls off his t-shirt, tossing it in the general direction of my flip flops. as he gets into the space next to me, i turn my body onto my side to face him.
our hands brush under the blanket, and we both move in closer to each other until our noses are a centimeter apart. his skin is warm as i hook my arm over his ribs to rest my palm on his shoulder. he lets his arm fall onto my waist gently, and i kiss him softly, the cherry taste still present on his tongue.
i break away. "goodnight."
he licks his lips and plants a kiss on the tip of my nose lightly. "goodnight."
and then my eyelids become too heavy to keep open.
a/n a world alone fits them perfectly i feel