Has Wes ever tried out for acting?
He could have fooled me with his sweet words and cute Little actions.
I was pretty good- at blushing like a mad man.
"Amelia-" Wes was about to say while we were eating when a giant gray(or grey) greyhound leaped into the room, running. Ears flopping, and barking.
"Goliath!" Drew said jumping off the table and towards the dog.
Drew was 18yrs. And obviously very mature for his age. I'd like to think I was very mature for my age. I was never childish or petty.
"Amelia this is my puppy Goliath." Wes said.
I looove dogs. But my mom never let me have one.
I got out of my barstool and went to pet him.
"Hey big buddy!" I said stroking him behind his ears. While I was petting him I drew turned to look at Wes.
"Do mom and dad know?" He whispered, but I could still hear.
"No, not yet, and you are not going to tell them." Wes muttered back.
"What about Al-" Drew started.
"End of conversation Drew. Just mind your business. I have everything under control." Wes muttered back angrily.
"Well, Wessy, by favorite brother, do you have any treats that your 'new girlfriend' can give Goliath?" Drew asked.
Wes scowled at the nickname but he seemed to be used to it.
"Actually I don't. Amelia and I better go buy some later today." Wes said walking to the sink to clean off his dish.
"I wish I could come but I have lacrosse practice." He said pouting. Oh, preppy high school boys and their lacrosse.
Goliath was going crazy over me petting him and then suddenly Wes bent down in front of me, winked at me, and picked up Goliath.
"Okay enough of this." He said, and took Goliath into a room that had a little doggie door. He put a little lock on the doggie door, and came back to us.
While he was walking back, I noticed a grand piano in the living room. Well, one of the living rooms.
"Wes do you play?" I said running up to the piano.
Wes scratched the back of his head.
"Not rea-" he started.
"Oh yes he does! He's the best player I know!" Drew interrupted him, "You didn't tell your 'new girlfriend' about how musically gifted you are?" He asked sarcastically.
Wes glared at him from across the room.
"Well, I play too!" I said sitting down on the bench and started to play the coda song.
This was my favorite song because of criminal minds.
I loved that show. It really helped me sleep at night. *note the sarcasm*
When the song was done Drew looked impressed.
"Wow, you too might have more in common than I originally thought." He said.
Wes laughed bitterly.
He picked up a black cloth from one of the kitchen drawers then sat down on the piano. He shoved me with his elbow to get out of the bench.
Well I stumbled and almost fell before Drew caught me. He pulled me up and his soft hand lingered on my waist.
I looked up to glared at Wes, but he was glaring at Drew. Drew quickly stepped back and his hand slipped out from my waist, leaving me cold.
