Fall (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 4 'Remember When'

Wesley's POV

When I woke up, I was in an unfamiliar place. It took me a couple seconds to realize who was even with me. I started to panic when I realized who it was. I quickly shot out of bed, making her shuffle around.

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to wake you," I stuttered nervously. I've been so nervous around her, and I don't know why. I've always been so comfortable and myself around her, but what has changed?

"It's okay. What's wrong? You seem jumpy," she groggily yawned.

"I didn't mean to, um, fall asleep with you last night. I don't even remember falling asleep. I hope Elijah won't be mad," I said. Truth be told, I didn't give a shit if he cared or not. I missed Saige so much, and I'm going to get her back. She promised she would give me a chance, and I'm not letting her break it. That doesn't mean I'm going to break them up myself, of course, I'd feel too bad. I'll just let everything work out itself. I'm willing to wait. After two years, I'm pretty sure I can wait a couple months.

"Don't worry about him. We didn't do anything, so what's there to be mad about?"

"Right," I confirmed. As if on cue, her phone started ringing, and it was Eli.

"Can you answer it? I can't be on it," she reminded, doctors orders. I picked it up and slid it open.

Eli- Hey Saige! I was wondering if you wanted to go to the beach today, hangout, grab some dinner, you know, a date?

Me- This is, uh, Wesley. Saige can't be on her phone right now due to her concussion, but I'll ask her.

"Saige, he wants to go on a date with you tonight," I whispered. She shook her head no and pointed to her head as if to tell me to use her concussion as an excuse.

Me- She said her head is still hurting a little. She doesn't feel like doing much. Sorry.

Eli- Tell her I'm coming over.

Me- Ok-

He hung up on me. I had to hold in my laugh so I didn't seem like I was trying to piss him off.

"I better go, he's coming over, and I'm pretty sure he wants to kick my ass," I chuckled. She rolled her eyes, her signature feature.

"You don't have to leave. I like your company, and if he's really going to get jealous because I'm hanging out with a good friend, let him. He knows I don't like over protective boyfriends anyways."

"Are you sure? I mean-"

"You're staying, Stromberg," she demanded. I stopped arguing and laid back down beside her. She wrapped her arms back around my waist and pulled me as close to her as I could be, only layers of clothing keeping us from skin to skin contact. I'm not that kind of guy, but I couldn't stop thinking of what her body looked like with no layers of clothing. I've always wondered.

She's grown way up since I saw her naked in the bathtub when we were like three. We didn't care back then. She thought I had cooties, so I didn't want anything to do with her either. But as we got to junior high, that's when I really discovered my feelings for her. She would always make up an excuse for us not to date, but I knew deep down its what she wanted too.

"Remember our spot? I wish we never grew apart. Over this summer, promise we can be best friends again?"

Only if you keep your promise, Saige.

"How could I forget? It's where we did everything. I promise if you do," I agreed.

"Remember when we got pot from that dumb ass bum at the football field, and we went to our spot and got high? That was the funniest, yet stupidest, choice of my life," she giggled.

"But if we didn't do it, we would never have that memory. We're just lucky my mom was working nights, and Keaton didn't rat us out," I said.

"Oh, man. That was funny. I was so giddy."

"Remember when we would just ditch the last period of the day and hangout there? We would talk about life, school, sports, everything, us," I whispered so low, hoping she maybe wouldn't hear. Who am I kidding? I wanted her to say something about it. I need to know if she still has feelings for me. Her having a boyfriend doesn't mean anything in my opinion.

"What do you mean, us?"

"You know, our friendship, each other," I clarified.

"Oh," she almost sounded disappointed. I didn't want to question it, or push it any further, but before I even had time to, the door bursted open. Eli stood in the doorway, carrying ice cream and balloons, cockily smiling.

"I'll get going," I awkwardly scooted out of the bed and to the door. I brushed past him, and as I was heading down the stairs I heard her yell.

"Thank you for everything," I made out. I heard her door close after that, and I didn't care to know what they did behind that closed door. I went back to my house and saw Keaton, Mari, and Drew hanging out.

"Hey guys, what's up?" I asked. They all gave me a smirky look. I was very confused.

"Did I miss something?" I asked.

"Where were you all night?" Drew chuckled.

"Saige's, but don't even get any ideas. I didn't mean to fall asleep there, and I would've felt bad if I left her alone anyways. Plus Mr. Big shot just arrived, so," I rolled my eyes. I stomped upstairs angrily. I slammed my door and started writing out my feelings. I always make a good song out of my anger. They're better with my happiness, but they're more relating when they're about my problems.

"Can I come in," there was a knock at my door.

"Yeah, come in," I sighed, putting my paper down. Mari opened the door and shut it behind her. She looked at me apologetically and took a seat beside me.

"Do you wanna talk about what happened?"

"There's nothing to talk about. Nothing happened."

"Come on, I know you want to let something out," she encouraged. It's true, I did, but I was too scared to admit it.

"I'm jealous. Jealous of Elijah. Jealous that I wasn't there for her these past couple years. Mad at myself for leaving her. Sad because I know I can't be with her. I'm just an emotional wreck right now," I admitted, spilling all the beans.

"It's okay. I don't think I'm supposed to tell you this . . . oh gosh, she'll kill me . . ."

"Please tell me," I begged. I need to know.

"I think she still likes you. Before we came here, she just knew she was going to run into you. She was so excited to come. Of course she couldn't let Eli know. I really think you should try and get her back. Before she even thought of calling Eli yesterday, she was so caught up in the moment with you there."

"Really?" And after that, I said the thing I was terrified to even admit to myself. "I think I still love her Mariana. I never stopped. I thought I did, but as soon as I saw her when she got here, I instantly fell head over heels again."

"Love is a strong word, Wes," she said.

"I know, and I know she doesn't like that word, but I really do. You know I have since we were teenagers. I've told you a thousand times, and if you don't believe me by now, that's your problem," I chuckled a little.

"I think you should tell her. Tell her how you feel, and if she feels the same way, everything will work out," she assured.

"And now I know why you're best friends with her. That's what she always told me."

"I know, but I'm positive this time," she smiled. I sure hope so, Mari.