When Arline and Wes met, they hit things off right away. The thing is... she has no idea that Wes was actually popstar Wesley Jaron. She was told that his first name was Wes and his middle name was Jack. How will Arline react when she finds out who...
I was sitting up in bed by the time Wesley was back in bed. "Oh, so you'll get up for gifts, huh?" He teased me, smiling the entire time.
"I'm just trying to be polite." I smirked.
Wesley laughed and shook his head. "Oh, what am I going to do with you?" He gave me a quick kiss and then handed me the small box.
"Happy Christmas Arline." I examined the box and my heart skipped a beat. It was the size of a ring box. My face must have gone white because Wesley chuckled. "Just open it." He made no intention of getting off the bed, so I opened the black box slowly.
"Oh." I sighed in relief.
"Do you not like it?"
It was a silver necklace. There was a heart on the chain and it was beautiful. Simple but very pretty. "Wes-" I started, fingering with the heart.
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"That's not all." My heart started to race, was he-?
"What?"
"Turn the heart over." I did. There, engraved in the heart was W+A on the back.
I sighed, looking back up as Wesley, I smiled. "Wesley. It's perfect. I thought-"
"I know exactly what you were thinking. I could tell by your face." He paused. "Once you're ready to go, I'll put it on for you." He said with a kiss and left to go get ready himself.
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WESLEY'S P.O.V.
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I knew what she had been thinking. She thought I was going to ask her that question. I told her to go get ready and then I left to go get ready myself.
I wanted to ask her. I really did, but with these issues I was having with my manager and team, I couldn't.
I mean, I could, but it wouldn't be right. With everything going on, it just wouldn't work. We haven't been dating that long, but I mean, other things would suggest otherwise.
I would. Someday.
Probably years from now, but someday.
I mean I'm only 19 and Arline is 18, we're too young to get married.
I mean, what would my label team say?
Then my phone rang.
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ARLINE'S P.O.V.
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"Ready to go?" Wesley asked me. He had gotten another phone call that he had to take, so he quickly took care of it.
"Yeah, besides this." I was holding the necklace box in my hand.
"Here let me help you." Wesley walked over to me and took the necklace box from me. He placed the box on the kitchen counter and took the necklace out.
