a sort of (?) ending

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by pinkspg

by pinkspg

5 months later...

Things with Weston were good.

You two still weren't official, but you weren't exactly ready to be official anyway. You tried not to compare, but you felt like with Thomas everything felt rushed.

You guys had only been together 2 months and had already started picturing a life together. It felt healthy, but in the end it was just pressure.

Weston and you still fought about little things. You were more ready than he was to commit to being "girlfriend/boyfriend."

but you were also willing to wait.

You hadn't moved in or anything, but it felt as if you had. Most of your clothes were in Weston's closet and you spent more nights at his place than you ever did your own.

Rent was starting to feel a little much for how much you actually used the space you were paying for.

You had mentioned the idea of moving in; once. It didn't go over that great, but it also wasn't terrible.

You figured that would probably need some more time too.

Things with Kalynn were better than ever.

You guys hung out all the time. You even posted photos together, clueing the fans in to your presence, just not your presence in Weston's life.

She wanted you to move in as well. But she'd never tell Weston that.

It was awkward at first, talking about Weston to Kalynn, but she learned to be okay with it. She even asked questions about your 'relationship'

but anytime you mentioned any sexual aspects, she cringed...

you deemed it fair.

At this point, things were good. That's all you could describe it as.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and you were sat on Weston's bed as he scrolled aimlessly through his Pinterest boards.

You were working on a piece that had been consuming most of your time. It was an artistic piece on how Weston made you feel.

The good and the bad.

You planned on gifting him the picture so you were reluctant to let him see it.

Every time he got too close, you would pull your iPad to your chest so that he couldn't see it.

"you know, I've been thinking.." Weston spoke, alerting your attention and pulling you away from your drawing.

"about?" you questioned.

"us." he stated blatantly. Usually he'd be shy to talk about it. Look at his hands and wait for you to press him more on the topic. This time he seemed certain about what it was he wanted to say.

Yet, he didn't say anything at all.

You watched as he turned back around and returned to his computer. You remained seated on his bed with a puzzled look plastered on your face.

He continued searching for something on his computer until you saw an all too familiar window pop up.

"Hey guys! Weston here, reporting live from L.A with my girlfriend, y/n"

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LISTEN. I know this is rushed and about a year late, but I wanted it to have some sort of resolution. Even if that means a shitty time skip. alright bye :)