Still Dunno

Chapter 50 - Right In Front Of My Eyes

Wesley's POV

I strummed the guitar sitting on my lap. The notes sounded good. I thought for a second and strummed some more. 

Yes! Now I'm getting somewhere. I played it all together. That sounded familiar. Playing it again, I realized it was 'Mary Had A Little Lamb.'

"Dammit!" I muttered, setting the guitar down and crossing out the last riff I wrote down.

Why was this so hard? Any other day, I would sit down and write out a tune in minutes, and this one took me hours.

"Fuck it!" I got up off the couch and went to the kitchenette. I opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. Twisting the cap off, I took a long swallow.

I'd hoped this song was different then the others I'd written. I needed to get something down, that was good, so I could record it by Friday.

Someone pounded on my door.

I looked at the clock on the microwave. 6:30 p.m. I wasn't expecting anyone. Who could it be? Heading toward the door, they pounded longer and louder.

"I'm coming," I hollered, pulling the door open.

"Janis? Hi." She stood in front of me and took my breath away.

"You have a lot of nerve. How long have we been hanging out?" She asked. "Seven? Eight months?"

"Give or take," I said.

She nodded. "The whole time you have been 'it's cool Janis. Don't worry about having sex. It'll happen when the time is right. It should be special and in a bed.' I thought, 'he is so sweet and patient.' So we have sex, and you say, 'I'll call you later." And I haven't heard from you in three days! What the fuck Wesley?"

Has it really been three days? Damn. I stared at her standing in the hall with her hands on her hips, her voice rising through her whole speech. She looked so sexy in her ripped jeans and blue crop top that showed just enough of her stomach to make me ache to touch her, hold her, feel her underneath me, naked.

Some teenage boys walked behind her, giggling. "Nice!" One commented. "He should have moved!" The other said, and they laughed.

"Get in here," I said, reaching for her arm. I yanked her into my apartment. She stumbled forward and fell into me. Her head bumped my chest. Her hands went out to catch her and landed on my shoulders. My hand instantly went to her hip to stabilize her.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded.

I pushed the door closed.

Janis found her footing and stood up tall. Her brown eyes were wild and crazy. They should be if it's really been three days.

"Has it really been three days?" I asked, and she nodded. "I'm sorry, Janis, I meant to call you."

"Sure," she mumbled.

"I have been... overwhelmed, confused, and stressed. When I get like that, I tend to isolate. I should have called... I don't even know where my phone is. It's probably dead." 

I ran my fingers through my hair. "Are you okay? You haven't been uncomfortable or in pain or anything, have you?"

"I'm fine, Wesley. My insecurities have been off the charts," she admitted.

"Why?" I asked, shocked. Janis doesn't come across as a woman who would have insecurities.

"Because we had sex!" She exclaimed. "I've never done that before, and you... you have! I thought I was horrible, or you hated it, or I don't know!"