P.S. I Lime You

Prelude

"I think his skinny jeans are way too tight", Mac said. "No, his jeans are not the problem, it's his hair, it's just all over the place," I said trying to pick apart Wesley's flaws.

"You know..... when you look at him closely, he is incredibly attractive. How old is he again? I might want to date him," Mac said, admiring Wesley from our front porch.

"No you can't date him that would ruin everything!" I said defensively.

Mac gave me a look of I told you so. I didn't want to admit it, because I didn't want to be known as the girl who falls for the boy next door. I did that once in seventh grade and it ruined my reputation.

Wesley James was that guy. The one who could take your breath away with one look, the one who could make your heart melt with a simple act of kindness, and the one every girl loathed because he was highly attainable yet so unavailable. I hated that guy! There was no such thing as that guy. I spent months trying to figure out his motive. I spent countless hours wondering why he wanted me, the lonely girl next door when he could have chosen any girl he wanted. Maybe I was within his reach, maybe he chose me because he thought I was easy, or maybe he chose me because he was crazy. Only losers dated me.

I met Wesley about a year ago when he moved from Seattle to Colorado Springs. It was in the summer of 2010. I walked to his house with a plate of cookies my mother had made for his family. He opened the door and stared at me irritably. He seemed anti-social. I tried to talk to him, but it was useless. I walked away, giving him the impression that I wasn't interested in getting to know him or his family. Over the weeks of him and his dad moving in and getting settled, he followed me and stared at me. Not the kind of staring and then quickly looking away, but the full on staring where he never took his eyes off me. It made me uncomfortable most days. I already had one creepy neighbor named Tyler, I didn't need another one. Plus, I was in no position to be his friend.

Over time I got to know Wesley, and the more we had the chance to really connect, I saw him in a different light. I saw him as kind and honest, and it really bothered me because I thought it was an act. The things he did weren't normal, yet I wanted him. His devilish charm, his gorgeous brown eyes, and long hair that flipped to the side was overwhelming. I fell in love with the boy next door. This is our story.