ESZTER HAD WALKED BACK INTO THE HOUSE WITH TWO ICE CREAM CONES SITTING COMFORTABLY IN HER HANDS. With Wanda's cravings creeping in on her, she sensed the ice cream truck--more like hearing the familiar tune--sneaking into their neighborhood. Wanda had instantly sent Eszter out with a couple of dollars and demanded an ice cream cone. Wanting to be a good sister and a little giddy at the reminder of Pregnant Wanda, Eszter obliged and fetched themselves ice cream.
A happy little Eszter pranced into the house as she magically swiped the door open before shutting it as she stepped inside, finding Wanda reading a magazine and using her telekinesis to vacuum the living room. Stopping briefly to glare at her sister, almost motherly, Eszter cleared her throat to gather her sister's full and undivided attention. However, the teenager could see Wanda was a little distracted.
Wanda's eyes widen at the sight of the ice creams rather than noticing Eszter's little gare. "You're awesome, Essie!" She exclaims, holding her hand out as she gestures for the cone.
"Wands, you're supposed to be relaxing," Eszter sighed, handing the ice cream to the veryexcited mother-to-be before taking control of the vacuum and directing it back into the closet. She hadn't a clue what Wanda was trying to clean up because the house was clean. "Are you sure you want to leave today? Don't you want to sit back and relax before the babies come?"
Wanda licks her ice cream, furrowing her brows in puzzlement. "Babies?"
Eszter shrugs. "I'm hoping for twins," she answers calmly.
"Uh, no," scoffed Wanda, feeling like her eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets at the absurdity that came from Eszter. The younger sister chuckled in response, rounding around the couch and slipping onto the sofa beside Wanda. "I'm not having twins. I'd go crazy." Wanda claps Eszter lightly on the shoulder as she sits up to set the magazine she had been reading back on the table. "And yes, we're going now before the baby gets here, and I'll be stuck at home taking care of him."
"I already told you and Vis that I don't mind babysitting," Eszter comments, standing up from the couch to help Wanda, who slapped her hands away, claiming she's 'not that pregnant yet.' Rounding around the sofa, Eszter waits on Wanda as they make their way toward the front door. "I'd be happy to spend some time with my nephews."
Wanda huffed in disagreement but didn't comment on that matter further. Eszter was very adamant about Wanda having twins because it seems genetic to have twins in the family, and Eszter wouldn't mind having more than one nephew or niece. Wanda wasn't crazy about having twins. She most definitely didn't want twins as her firstborns, seeing as they're a lot of work, but Eszter did have a point, but Wanda wasn't going to go too deep into that.
"You're still young, Essie. You don't need to stay home all the time to take care of our child, I promise. We'll be fine," Wanda reaches forward and yanks the door open, letting Eszter leave first. "But you can help me find some cute clothes for the baby."
Eszter might've let out a little squeal that she attempted to suppress but failed miserably. "What are we thinking? Gender-neutral colors, or are you confident it's a boy?"
Subtly cradling her belly, Wanda pondered on the thought. "I'm confident it's a boy, but just to be sure, gender-neutral it is."
"Good choice," Eszter nods, heading toward the car. "Can you still drive if you're pregnant?"
It turns out Wanda was perfectly capable of driving a short drive with her popping belly. Although her baby bump has yet to touch the steering wheel, Eszter is confident that it'll touch the steering wheel once Wanda grows.
Today was going to be a good day. Wanda and Eszter were using today as a 'girl's day' recommended by Vision because he wanted the sisters to hang out without him intruding. Eszter objected that Vision wouldn't be spending time with them, but he was very adamant that the sisters catch up since they hadn't had a single moment where it was just them. So, here they are, driving toward the inner part of the town where all the shops and small restaurants were. What usually would've been a walk for them, Wanda didn't want to overwork herself too much, so she opted to drive.
After finding out about Wanda's sudden pregnancy, Eszter had been over the moon. She rarely left her sister's side--always asking her if she needed anything, wanting to know if Wanda and the babies (she's still hoping on twins) were hungry or if she was at the stage of the babies kicking. Wanda found it pleasant for a little while before she grew annoyed by how much Eszter coddled her, but she didn't let her frustration become apparent because she couldn't destroy that smile on Eszter's face. She had never seen her sister so excited for something as much as she is for her baby to be born.
She was casually spewing a few names here and there and inputting her ideas of what she should do for the nursery--asked if she could help with the clothes shopping. Wondering what it'll be like to become an auntie officially--discussing whether or not the babies would look like Wanda—debating the possibilities of powers because why not? Make sure Wanda was okay if she's allowed to take the kids out when they're old enough. She made a mental note of what movies and songs she wanted to introduce to the babies she had adored. Curious about whether or not they'd learn their tongue language or not, but Eszter feels like not.
Swallowing her frustration with her sister, Wanda made sure to answer every single question and little excited comments regarding her baby. It was adorable, and it made Wanda's heart flutter with sheer love and a deep feeling of happiness to have her sister join her in this journey of her life. Not wanting her mind to slip elsewhere, Wanda is beyond delighted that Eszter is here to meet her future nephew. She doesn't know what she'd do without her sister.
This is exactly what life should be like for Wanda and Eszter. There was no regret about moving to New Jersey because life had turned up for the eldest Maximoff, and now with Eszter visiting, part of Wanda is hoping her sister would stay indefinitely. Surely, Eszter would agree with the offering, knowing the dark-haired girl wouldn't be able to stay away from the baby growing inside Wanda's belly. A family that they can finally be.
Wanda likes the sound of that.
The drive had lasted nearly eight minutes when Wanda had parked her car parallel to the sidewalk, and she shuts off the ignition before the two women climbed out of the car. Eszter slams the door shut behind her as she examines each of the stores in the area, smiling at a few familiar faces pacing by the same street.
"Do you have any quarters?" Eszter turns around at the sound of Wanda's voice breaking into the air, searching through her purse. "I don't think I brought any change."
Eszter pats her high-waisted, bell-bottom jeans. "No, I don't. Buuut, I've got an idea," the girl smirked deviously.
Wanda narrows her eyes at the look on Eszter's face, not liking it. "I don't like that look," the woman claims, pointing at her sister with a solid look. "Whatever you're thinking, don't."
Gaping her mouth open as she feigned offense, Eszter scoffed. "I'm offended by your lack of faith in me, Wands. Let me fix this for you," she urges, motioning for Wanda to wait. "I've got this."
"Maybe I--"
Wanda cuts herself off once Eszter gestures her fingers at the meter, waving it in the air as she does something weird to the machine. Suddenly, the meter's time rung quickly before picking the front piece entirely out, then sputtering out the collection of coins in the process.
Eszter and Wanda both gasped in shock, watching as the meter practically destroyed itself from the inside out. Whatever Eszter attempted to do, it corrupted against her magic and went haywire, destroying the meter internally. It slowly bent backward like it was melting randomly, barely hanging on as the meter struggled. Almost turned into liquidation as the metal drips in all sorts of angels, struggling to keep its form. The meter slowly descended to the floor with a swoop of its post, quarters discarded freely on the sidewalk and the street.
Neither of them had expected that to happen, especially Eszter. Though her powers have been off the charts, especially from recent events, Eszter often forgets how destructive her powers tend to get. Even as she tries to fix things, Eszter sometimes manages to make it ten times worse than it should've. However, maybe destroying the meter will get them out of having a ticket due to having a damaged meter. Though, Eszter doesn't know how to explain the melting meter that laid on the ground beside them.
Eszter winced as she stared at the meter that had finally stopped melting away and spewing out quarters, a little embarrassed that her powers had gone against her wishes. Wanda hasn't seen Eszter's powers react in this way, so Eszter was a little embarrassed to see her sister's reaction. Instead, Eszter stared at the meter before cracking a joke.
"Well, at least you won't get a ticket," Eszter nearly strained herself to say, wrinkling her nose. "Considering all of the quarters are laying around it."
Wanda's eyes were as wide as they could get, surprised that Eszter had ruined something in Westview. Although it wasn't her fault, Wanda couldn't help but feel uneasy with Eszter's powers messing up what she created. A little selfishly, Wanda might've given Eszter a sideways look without her realizing it, but she thinks her reasoning is valid. There was no explanation for how Wanda could do what she does; there was just as no explanation for Eszter.
The sisters began exploring the area as they did a few window shopping here and there, pointing at a few things she adored and had the urge to buy, but it wasn't necessary. Both disappointed that they wouldn't be spending money on themselves, they reminded themselves that they could buy cute baby clothes. This seemed to cheer them up because Wanda and Eszter were practically smiling nonstop.
"Okay, what should we start with first?" Eszter wondered.
"Well, I say we start with the clothes because one: it's easier to look at and quicker, but two: neither of us can carry the heavy stuff."
"Easy, we can just use our--"
"Eszter?"
Both Wanda and Eszter cut their conversation abruptly short when a familiar--unfamiliar to Wanda--voice had made itself known to the women, causing their heads to turn in search of the owner. Instantly finding the source of the person who seemed to recognize Eszter, there were two separate reactions from the Maximoff sisters--while Wanda was a little puzzled, Eszter was surprised.
The dark brown curly hair sat perfectly on the top of his head, his chocolate eyes twinkling underneath the burning sun that made his skin glow suddenly, and his lips tugging widely until his perfect teeth were flashing Eszter. His tall form hovers Eszter only by three inches, but her eyes still have to drift upward to meet his gaze. Dressed differently than the first time she'd met him, the teenage boy was dressed accordingly--a brown blazer with a white turtleneck shirt underneath, paired with green trousers and brown leather pointed boots.
Somehow, he still managed to look good.
"Uh, hi?" Eszter curled her tone, keeping her brows burrowed into confusion, incapable of tearing her gaze away from the boy who stood in front of her with a toothy grin. "What are you--?"
Wanda crinkles her brows similarly to Eszter, practically making them look identical. "Who's this?"
The woman cautiously eyed the stranger who had somehow knew Eszter, which was sending alarms in Wanda's head, and she wasn't feeling comfortable with his presence. Wanda had never met this boy, and he was the first teen she's met, and she knew for sure that he had never met Eszter since the girl had been visiting.
Somehow, the words that Eszter wanted to say were getting trapped at the tip of her tongue, not wanting to come out and explain the situation. She hadn't decided whether or not the hesitancy was the surprise of his appearance or because she couldn't find it within herself to lie to her sister--but she'd probably go with the second one. Eszter was at a loss for words, and she couldn't pull herself from her little staring contest that seemed to be going one way because the tall boy had looked away first. Suddenly, Eszter could breathe again, and her eyes were blinking, and she hadn't frozen anymore.
He flashes a smile, holding his hand out to greet Wanda. "Hi, the name's Wesley, but you can call me Wes if you want," introduced Wesley. He caught the hesitancy in the strawberry-haired woman, so he adds. "My mom's Agnes. I'm sure you know her. She's not exactly a quiet person."
The tension finally eased into familiarity as Wanda let out a delightful sigh of relief, flashing Wesley one of her big smiles as she accepted his outstretched hand. Shaking it with a firm grip, Wanda purses her lips tightly as she doesn't want to scare the poor boy with her sudden mood change.
"I've heard so much about you," Wanda's voice pitched higher, scrunching her nose briefly as she released Wesley's hand and closed her hands together in her front. "Agnes speaks very highly of you."
Wesley grins sheepishly. "I'd hope so. It's a pleasure to meet you, truly," then, he exchanges looks with Eszter before keeping his attention entirely on Wanda. "I'm sorry for intruding on you both. I figured you were the one that's replacing me as my mom's favorite child."
Eszter's cheeks burned, though she prayed she hadn't turned bright red. "She told you about that?"
"Mom has a thing about being motherly to just about anyone," joked Wesley with a throaty chuckle. He tucks his hands into the front pockets of his blazer. "She talked about you a lot when I arrived, so there's that, too." An awkward chuckle trickled from the back of Eszter's throat without her consent, so she tried to hide it with a subtle cough as she crossed her arms across her chest. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you both. I'll let you ladies get to it."
Wesley smiles with a nod and begins to walk away, but a voice calls out his name, halting him from his possible escape from the weird sisters, but Eszter highly doubts that. She wishes Wesley wouldn't have turned around or approached her out of the blue, but Eszter was almost glad to see him. After being surrounded by random people other than Wanda and Vision, seeing another familiar face like Wesley was almost comforting.
"Would you like to join us in a little shopping?" Wanda offers, wanting to be polite and get to know the teen boy. She had looked forward to meeting Agnes' son ever since she had heard of him, and though he's as brave of the woman, he seemed to know boundaries. "Agnes is no stranger to us, and we'd love for you to join us if you're interested."
"I don't want to impose . . ."
Damn him, Eszter wanted to say. She knew exactly what he was doing.
"Of course not! We don't mind, do we, Essie?" Wanda nudges her elbow deep into Eszter's bicep, earning a stifled groan from her sister, who took a big step away. Ignoring her sister's attitude, Wanda turned her attention back to Wesley. "Come on! I know you teens like your space, so I won't bug you too much."
Eszter opened her mouth like she was going to object, but she wasn't fast enough.
"Oh, well, if you insist. I don't mind," Wesley practically pranced back toward the sisters like an excited kid. Instead of being interested in Eszter, Wesley was keeping his attention trained on Wanda. "What are we shopping for?"
"Baby stuff," answered Wanda without a second thought, but it must've clicked somewhere in her mind that she outed her pregnancy before she could have that discussion with Vision. Eszter had thought the same thing because she leaned forward and landed eye contact with Wanda, raising a brow. "Secrets not out, so don't go telling Agnes, alright? No offense, but that woman loves her gossip."
Wesley scoffed humorously. "I don't tell my mother anything for that reason, so your secret is safe with me," quipped Wesley, making it clear that he finds no offense to his mother's personality and finds it funny to poke fun at to ease the tension. "Though, I believe a 'congratulations' are in favor, so . . . congratulations, Mrs--"
"Please, call me Wanda," she quickly intercepted before Wesley finished his sentence, but luckily he didn't seem indifferent to it. "And thank you. We've been very excited."
As the three of them continued walking down the sidewalk, Eszter remained silent for the entirety of their conversation. She wasn't sure if she was ready to speak up and engage in the conversation Wanda and Wesley seemed to be having, but Eszter would immediately snap her mouth shut. Everything felt weird. It was like two of her worlds were intertwining, and Eszter wasn't sure if she liked how this was going; however, Eszter couldn't bring herself to dismiss Wesley because, as it turned out, Wanda adored the boy.
He was witty and knew how to crack a few jokes here and there, and Wesley knew precisely how to keep a conversation, unlike Eszter. There was nothing strange about Wesley's sudden presence or how he seemed to only call out to Eszter instead of the sisters as two people. Somehow, Wesley worked his charm and won over Wanda's trust and acceptance, earning himself a part of their shopping spree.
Eszter doesn't know when the last time she had seen Wesley, though it had felt like such a long time in her eyes, she had lost track of time. Nevertheless, Eszter followed Wanda and Wesley to a random store, but when she looked up and read the sign above the building, she realized they were at the first store of the day. After thanking Wesley for holding the door, she realized he had used that to his advantage because he transitioned from walking alongside Wanda to Eszter. Together side-by-side, Wesley and Eszter followed the older woman eerily silent.
Neither of the two bothered to speak as they shuffled through the numerous baby clothes--or at least, Eszter was looking through the clothes while Wesley was merely staring at her, waiting for her to say something. He figured she remembered him. He hoped so because he didn't want to have to re-introduce himself. Wesley moved quickly on his feet and moved to stand in front of Eszter's view, trying to get his attention.
"You gonna say anything?" Wesley finally speaks up.
Eszter's eyes flicked up from the rack of onesies and met Wesley's gaze. She cocked a brow. "What do you want me to say?" She looks away, keeping herself occupied by searching for cute gender-neutral clothes, picking up a few that have caught her eyes. Eszter barely gave Wesley a speck of her attention.
"'How are you, Wesley?' I'm doing fine, by the way," he cracked a smile, but it slowly slid away when Eszter wasn't affected. "I don't know. I figured you'd be confused, I guess."
"I am, but that's not really important," Eszter's tone was sharp and void of emotion. "Though, I am curious, how'd you find me?"
Wesley cackled, giving Eszter a stupid look. "You forget how I found you the first time?"
Eszter hums at the memory. "Still new to this . . . side of life," finally granting Wesley her undivided attention, she handed him the three items she had found. Eszter's brows pinched together into a frown. "What are you even doing here?"
"We've got a deal, don't we?"
Eszter paused in the middle of her searching for another rack at the memory. She slowly pulled her hands away from the clothes as her gaze turned into a sour and defeated look. Eszter remembered the deal she had made with Wesley, and although she no longer needed to go through with it, Eszter was desperate for quick lessons. Her freedom was only granted because of this story Wesley had confided to her as she desperately searched for her escape, but Eszter didn't feel like she was free.
Subconsciously touching the necklace around her neck, Eszter's fingers cradled the red jewel that laid flat against her chest, practically glistening underneath the overhead lights. Her mind was running a million miles, and Eszter couldn't keep up with it. She forgot she was wearing the jewelry when she had arrived, but not once had she bothered to remove it.
Wesley dips his head to the side like he was trying to get a better view of Eszter, but his eyes fell onto the small jewelry that dangles from her neck; he stared at it with a cold look seeping in his dark eyes, almost like he was glaring at it. Eszter could feel his eyes burning into her skin and aiming for her soul, making her feel uncomfortable under his stare; she tried to ignore it. Shrugging off the judgemental look--she mistakenly took it as--and kept her eyes glued to the tiny clothes in front of her.
"You know, you don't have to wear that."
"What?"
"That," Wesley pointed at the jewelry in Eszter's hand. "I can tell you hate it. Why wear it?"
Eszter looked down like she was trying to look at the necklace, but it was a little too short for her to see, but from the bottom of her eyes, Eszter could see the bright red jewel. She doesn't think about the necklace too much, but she wonders why she chose to continue to wear it. Eszter hates the chain, as Wesley had claimed, but the itching sensation that tickled the back of her head was an annoying reminder that made Eszter keep the necklace on.
"I . . ." There was no reason. Eszter hadn't a clue.
"It doesn't work in here if that's what you're so worried about," said Wesley, who was now busying himself with the browsing of sets, pulling out a random hanger, and eyeing it curiously. "You think your sister would like this?"
Eyebrows furrowed in her signature frown, Eszter blinked a couple of times as she slowly trailed behind Wesley when he began to walk further into the store. "What do you mean 'it doesn't work'? What are you implying?"
"You're cute but not dumb, Eszter. In here, this bubble your sister had created to make her reality doesn't function the way it once did. Take it off and see."
"Excuse me? No, that's not--"
"Watch--" Wesley raised one of his arms, fingers twisting.
"No, Wes--"
With a wave of his hand, the necklace around Eszter's neck snapped about with a spark and fell. She jerked back and reached out to catch the chain instinctively, letting the jewelry land in the palm of her hands. Eszter stared wide-eyed at the necklace, surprised it had come off without a hassle. It didn't do anything in despite, not a single thing, making Eszter feel free like she was held back by something that did not affect her.
Staring back at Eszter, the red jewel turned a deep red, making under the lightning, but it felt like a weight off her shoulders.
"See. I told you."
"How did you know about that?"
Wesley shrugs. "By the way you were messing with it as if you hated it. Though, if you're wondering how I know about that, then I've got nothing for you."
Eszter dangled the chain in her hands, staring at the item that swung side-to-side; the teenager was glaring at it. Suddenly, the necklace disappears from thin air and without a trace, earning a sly grin to pluck the side of Eszter's lips. Freedom felt so good.
"So, our deal," spoke Wesley with a slight tone hinting from his words, but he didn't suggest anything other than the matter at hand. "Is it still on the table?"
Glancing up from her hand and meeting a curious-looking Wesley, Eszter's lips stayed curled in that sly grin that she had that made her look like a maniac in disguise. If Wesley hadn't known Eszter, he would've been creeped out by how strange she could become within a snap; it was like one minute she's this panicked and innocent girl, then the next, Eszter's this sinister-looking thing that could be the devil in plain sight. Eszter could fool anyone under her soft appearance to feign this naive and fear but can turn into this fearful being that can destroy anything she wanted.
"It was never off the table."
After a while of shopping, Wanda had caught up with the teenagers with a pile of clothes thrown over her arm, practically bouncing on her toes in excitement. Wanda tried to show Eszter everything she had picked out, but whenever she did, everything kept falling off her arm, and it was hard for Wanda to bend down and pick them up. Lucky for her, Wesley would kneel and pick up the scattered clothes around Wanda's feet, suggesting that he'd carry it for the woman, winning over her over.
Wanda boasted over Wesley's politeness to Eszter in privacy when he headed toward the registers, them trailing behind. Still, the younger sister merely shook her head with a roll of her eyes. She didn't like how Wanda was starting to agree to Agnes' suggestion of her and Wesley getting together, but at least Wanda thought he and Eszter should be friends first; however, Wanda did give Eszter consent to date him. The teenager had blushed profusely until her cheeks were scorching hot; Eszter swore her face might've turned bright red with embarrassment.
A boisterous cackle cracked into the air from Wanda due to something Wesley had said, but Eszter had been in and out of her thoughts that their conversation felt far away. The lack of her attention had caused her to look at the two in confusion, wondering what was so funny that caused Wanda to laugh so loud in her ears. However, Eszter pretended to be engaged in the conversation by smiling a little too hard, making it look like she wasn't paying attention and was acting like she knew what they were laughing about.
"I wish I had baby pictures, but she was a chunky baby," giggled Wanda, her mouth hidden behind her fingers. Her green eyes sparkled with fondness, dwelling in the memories a little.
"Was she?" Wesley's lips split into a toothy grin, his eyes suddenly moving to Eszter's.
Annoyed that she was a little lost, Eszter didn't like the amusement lingering in his tone when he looked at her. Whatever Wesley and Wanda are talking about, Eszter is afraid to know.
"Who?" Eszter dared to ask, confused.
Wanda giggled. "You."
Horrified at the realization, Eszter looked at her sister, appalled. "Why're are you telling him I was a chunky baby, Wands," her voice dropped down from the confident tone and sounded more embarrassed. Blushing under their gaze, Eszter tore her eyes away from Wanda and stared elsewhere, wishing the ground would swallow her up. "He doesn't need to know that."
"It's okay, Eszter; chunky babies are cute," joked Wesley. "Totally natural."
"Then why'd you both laugh?"
"Because it's cute," Wanda defended them both, giving Eszter a look of reassurance by placing her hand on her sister's shoulder. "I promise, we weren't making fun of you."
A harsh scoff came from Eszter, who was crossing her arms across her chest with an angry pout curling on her lips. "It sure doesn't feel like it," muttered an embarrassed Eszter to herself, making a ridiculous face.
Once the group of three found themselves standing next to Wanda's vehicle, the sisters turned to Wesley. Eszter was getting ready to dismiss Wesley in hopes of getting rid of him because she didn't want to see him until their practice, but Wanda had beat her first.
"How would you like to come over and get a snack? You and Eszter can hang out, too," suggested Wanda.
"Wands, I'm sure Wesley's very busy," Eszter said with a firm tone, hinting Wesley to decline the off by the look she was giving him.
Catching it, he smiles at Wanda. "I'd love, too, but I should get back home. I had missed my mother when I arrived, so I hadn't seen her yet," Wesley answers. "But it was lovely meeting the both of you. Maybe we can hang out later tonight, though? My treat."
Recognizing his subtleness, Eszter agrees. "Sure. I can do making a friend that's my age," she shrugs, appearing unenthusiastic. "Your mom is cool and all, but she's a little . . . older . . . than me." Wanda's eyes widen at the insult that Eszter had unintentionally said. "No offense."
Welsey merely chuckles. "None taken. Mom kind of has a way of befriending just about anyone," his eyes seeped deeper into Eszter's eyes. "She usually gets what she wants."
Silence rose between the three until they were all standing there awkwardly, but Wanda saw this in a different light--she could practically see something (that's not happening) between Eszter and Wesley. Wanda, a little too giddy from the hormones, was practically beaming silently to herself as she'd look between Eszter and Wesley as they continued to stare at one another. It was like Wanda had suddenly disappeared and wasn't apparent in their little world. Wanda was swooning over the young love between Eszter and the boy next door, and being a sucker for love, Wanda adored them already.
Wesley is a good kid, and Wanda can tell that he's respectful and can withstand Eszter's dark humor; she believes he's good for her. Not wanting to play matchmaker for her sister, Wanda keeps these thoughts because she knows exactly how Eszter would react if she voiced her opinions. Eszter gets uncomfortable whenever she talks about boys and relationships or when it comes to talking about their emotions. Usually, Wanda despises it, too. Neither of them likes to talk about what's bottling inside them, so they often have a silent agreement to push it aside.
"Well, have a safe drive, you two," Wesley smiles politely at Wanda, bowing. "It was really nice meeting you guys." Then his gaze shifted to Eszter. "I'll pick you up at your place if you're okay with that?"
Naturally, Eszter nods. "Yeah, that's fine."
Wesley nods. "Great. See you, ladies, later."
"Nice meeting you, too, Wesley!" Wanda waves Wesley goodbye as the boy turns around and starts making his way down the sidewalk. Once he turned around the corner and was out of their sight, Wanda gasped so loudly, and she twisted and squealed. "He's cute, don't you think? He's also charming, I see the similarities between him and Agnes, but he's way more reserved, wouldn't you say?" Wanda babbled on about the boy, hinting. "And you guys are hanging out now?"
"He's too young for you, Wands, and you're married . . . with kids."
Wanda rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue. "Oh, shut it. He's practically got heart-eyes looking at you! Just so you know, you have my full support," she grins slyly, winking.
"Oh, my god," Eszter exasperated in horror, darting away from Wanda's side and heading toward the passenger's side. "Please, stop talking."
"I'm calling it here. You two are going to get together," Wanda declared, staring pointedly at Eszter, but the youngest was averting her eyes as she grew more embarrassed and mortified.
"Get in the car and be quiet."
☁︎isabel's thoughts☁︎
❝ i keep calling wesley 'weasley' lmao. anywho, i feel like this chapter is lacking so much, but i wanted to make a chapter specifically between eszter and weasley—i mean, wesley *hehe*.
this book is hella jumbled btw. like, i feel like i could've made it more simpler, but uh... yeah, here's whatever this was. i wanna fit as much as i can, but i feel like I'm rushing it. i hope y'all don't mind the way I'm writing it *cringe*.
ngl, this book will prob be edited after i finish it bc i always come up with other ideas after i update. y'all already know. ❞