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"That was the best chocolate cake i've ever had." Wesley spoke as him and Mike walked off the plane together. "Do we look like tourist?"
"We definitely look like tourist." Mike agreed, referring to their bucket hats and the camera Wesley had around his neck. "You have got chocolate cake literally all over."
"What?" Wesley asked in a panic. "Oh my god, Will can't see me like this."
"You just gotta-" Mike reached over and violently wiped his face with his hands. "What-how did you do this?"
Will stood up, his face fell when he watched their encounter. El followed his gaze, smiling. "Wesley!"
He turned his head. "El!"
He ran to her to hug her tightly. "Peter sends his love, we'll see him tonight."
"What've you got on your face?" she reached up to wipped his face a little. "DP is in the car."
"DP?" Mike frowned his eyebrows, giving El a small hug.
"Dog Peter." Will answered.
"Will!" Wesley tossed his hands up, hugging him. Will smiled, hugging him back. "California people are kinda mean."
"Extremely." Will agreed.
"What time is the game tonight?" El looked toward the clock.
"Seven." the older boy nodded.
"Seven?" El sighed, already feeling she was so going crazy seeing Wesley.
"It'll fly by." Wesley reassured her. "Believe me, he's probably talking the drivers ear off about you."
"Hey, Mike. Wesley." Jonathan greeted the pair.
"Hey. How you doing?" Mike greeted him like a middle aged Dad.
"That's a rad shirt man." the boy next to Jonathan spoke up. Wesley knitted his eyebrows together, following his gaze toward Mike. "Ocean Pacific?"
"Oh, hey, guys. This is, uh, my friend Argyle." Jonathan introduced the trio.
"Oh, like gargoyle." Wesley nodded. "Sweet, I like it."
El and Will shared a grin.
Argyle pulled Mike into, what appeared to be, a hug. El gave a frightened look, glancing at Wesley as he hoped she'd answer his confusion. Mike cleared his throat. Argyle held the tag on his shirt. "Oh, no, no, no. No, it's a shitty knockoff. Yeah. But don't sweat it. I'll get you the good threads out here."
Wesley hid a snort with a cough, looking at Will as he gave a faint laugh. Argyle nodded. "I heard a lot about your sister."
"And I heard a lot about your brother." Will pulled Wesley slightly as they headed for the car. "So, California is kinda hot, if you need sunscreen. I remember you said you burned really easily."
