This was a request from chelsea2601 I hope you like it 😊
Your POV:
Wesley Tucker. The boy I was completely in love with. But there was one problem.
He's my ex-boyfriend's best friend.
My ex-boyfriend, Joe, and him have been best friends ever since they were little; I met Wes when he moved to my neighborhood. Wes was actually the one who set us up; I became good friends with him as Joe and I continued to date and hang out every once in a while. I eventually broke up with him because I had feelings, strong feelings, for Wes; I didn't tell him that was the reason I was breaking up with him, I told him it was because I was too scared of a big commitment at the time. I knew that if Wes and I started dating, he would lash out on me and bring up the point that I was 'scared of commitment.' Which I wasn't. I just wasn't in love with him; we only dated for about a month or two. We did end on good terms, he was understanding of why I was breaking it off, he didn't yell at me, and we ended up staying friends. But I know if I start dating Wes, he'll get mad and/or figure out that I lied to him. As my mind races with all of these thoughts, I sighed, closing my eyes as I laid back on my bed. I thought everything on my mind over.
I wanna date Wes, but Joe is gonna be mad at me.
But what if he wasn't? What if he understands?
I was interrupted by my phone beeping with a text. I picked it up, still laying down, and saw that it was from Wes.
Wes 😚:
Morning Chelsea 😘 I was wondering if you want to come over and hang out with a couple of the guys today at my house?
To Wes 😚:
Of course! Who's gonna be there?
Wes 😚:
I actually only invited Jason and Joe. Is that ok?
To Wes 😚:
Yeah that's fine. I'll be over in a few
He didn't reply but he read it, I got up and started to get dressed. I put on a pair of jeans and a shirt, slipped my shoes on, grabbed my phone and keys, and left to drive over to Wes's. I can tell this isn't going to end well; possibly ending with either Wes finding out I like him, Joe finding out that I lied to him, and possibly losing both of them as friends. I sighed as I pulled up into his driveway, getting out and walking to his door. I felt like I needed to knock, so I did. Wes answered the door and smiled at me.
"Hey Chelsea. Come in. Joe is already here, we're waiting on Jason now." I smiled back at him and walked inside, following him to the basement. I saw Joe sitting on the couch looking down at his phone. He must've heard us walking because he looked up and smiled at us.
"Hey, Chelsea. How are you?"
"I'm good," I quietly replied. He smiled and nodded, looking back down at his phone, as I sat down on the opposite side of the couch.
"Do you want anything to drink, Chels?" Wes asked.
"Um, some water, thank you." He walked over to a mini fridge and grabbed a small bottle of water and threw it at me. I opened it and took a drink, setting it on the floor in front of the couch.
"What movie are we watching?" Joe asked.
"I don't know, whatever everyone's in the mood for. We'll just look through Netflix and see what we wanna watch." He nodded and turned the TV on. Wes sat down in the middle of us, grabbing the remote from Joe. He turned Netflix on and started to flip through the movies. All of a sudden, the basement door opened and Jason walked in.
"Hey. Wes, your mom let me in because apparently you didn't get my text that I was here," he gave a dirty yet playful look. They both laughed and Jason plopped down in the recliner next to the couch.
"What about Avengers?" Wes piped up. I shook my head.
"What about Mean Girls?" I suggested. They all groaned in response; I took that as a no.
"White Chicks?"
"Harry Potter?"
"Napoleon Dynamite?"
This went on for about 10 minutes, before we finally settled on Bad Grandpa.
"Yes! I haven't seen this in forever!" Jason cheered. We laughed and Wes started the movie.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom really quick. I'll be right back." I got up from my seat, feeling a pair of eyes on me. I ignored it and walked upstairs and to the bathroom. When I was done, I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror.
I really wish something can happen between Wes and I. But at the same time I don't wanna lose Joe as a friend. I walked out of the bathroom, hearing a noise in the kitchen. I slowly walked into the kitchen, only to see Wes standing in front of the microwave. He must've sensed I was there because he turned around.
"Oh, hey Chels. I was just making popcorn," he smiled. I nodded and went to turn back around, but he stopped me.
"Wait. What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked worriedly. I sighed. Here goes nothing.
"Um, there actually is something I wanna tell you, but I don't at the same time."
"Well, go ahead. What is it?"
"I like you. Maybe even love. I really do. It's okay if you don't feel the same way, but that's how I feel. And the reason I didn't want to tell you is because you're Joe's best friend. And the truth is, I lied to Joe when I broke up with him. I told him I was too scared of commitment at the time. The truth was I was so in love with you, it felt wrong being with him. I wanted to be with you, not him. And if he finds out I lied to him, and broke up with him because I liked someone else, he'll hate me. And I don't wanna lose our friendship. I just don't kn-" I was cut off by Wes's lips on mine. I was shocked, but I started to kiss back. My hands rested on his arms that were wrapped around my waist. I started to stroke his forearms. His hands started to get lower, eventually resting in my butt. He then proceeded to squeeze it, pulling me closer with each squeeze. I softly moaned into his mouth. He smirked at my reaction. We continued to kiss for a few more seconds, when all of a sudden, there was a cough behind us. We quickly pulled away, looking to where the noise came from. I gasped and my eyes widened, seeing it was Joe. He looked between the both of us.
"Joe, I can explain." He shook his head.
"No need to, Chelsea. I kinda had a feeling that you felt like this towards him. But, Wes, can you leave us alone for a few minutes?"
"Yeah. I'll be downstairs." He grabbed the popcorn from the microwave and a bowl, walking towards the basement told. I stood there, looking at the ground.
"Chelsea. Tell me the truth. Why did you break up with me?" I sighed.
"I had feelings for Wes," I shyly admitted to him. He sighed.
"I didn't want to lose you as a friend, but I didn't want to tell you that I liked someone else when we were already dating. I thought you would hate me, or be upset with me. I'm sorry. I understand if you don't wanna be friends anymore, or if you hate me. I'm sorry." I finally looked at him, and he was smiling. I was very confused.
"Chels, like I said, whenever we all three hung out, I saw the way you looked at him. That was the way you used to look at me. I'm not mad at you, I don't hate you, I still wanna be friends. Yeah, I am upset that you lied, but I understand where you're coming from. I approve of you dating him, if you want to. I won't be mad." I smiled and ran to hug him. He laughed a little and pulled away.
"Now go and cuddle with him. Spend the night with him. Me and Jason will leave so you guys can spend some time alone together." I thanked him and walked over to the basement door, almost running down the stairs, and jumping on top of Wes, who was laying on the couch by himself. I pressed kisses all over his face.
"Chelsea, what's going on?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too." I smiled widely and finally kissed his lips. Jason coughed and stood up.
"I'm gonna go and give you some time alone. I'm happy you two are finally together." He walked upstairs, closing the basement door, leaving Wes and I alone, finally.
"I'm so happy with the way this turned out. I thought it would be worse. I thought you wouldn't like me, but you did. I thought Joe would hate me, but he didn't. I love you so much, Wes."
"I love you too, Chelsea. Will you please be my girlfriend?" I smiled.
"Of course I will, Wes." I pressed my lips to his, savoring the moment. He started to trace my bottom lip with his tongue, wanting entrance, but I denied him. His hands, yet again, made their way down to my butt, squeezing, making me gasp and him slip his tongue in my mouth. We made out for a few more minutes, when he pulled away. We were both out of breath, my forehead resting on his, smiling down at him.
"I kinda like this position. It gives me easy access to grab your ass," he smirked. I giggled and looked over at the tv, that had Titanic displayed on Netflix. I was confused. I looked back at Wes, who was looking at the TV, confused as well.
"Huh. Jason must've chose that for us to watch." We laughed and I got up to get the remote, and Wes slapped my butt. I gasped and turned around.
"Wesley!"
"Sorry, babe. Can't help it," he smirked and laid back, covering himself with a cover that was laying on the couch. I laid down next to Wes under the cover, my back to his chest, as I pressed play on Netflix. I felt him press a kiss to my temple, and I smiled happily.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too."
For the rest of the night, we watched Titanic, cuddled every single second, shared many kisses, and just enjoyed each other's company.