Memories (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 14 'Leaving'

Cameron's POV

I woke up to sunlight streaming into my room, making my head pound. I didn't feel Wesley's presence next to me, so I slowly opened my eyes and sat up. The bathroom door was closed, so I figured that's where he was.

I wonder if he remembers last night as clearly as I do. Although I was drunk, I remember every little detail perfectly. I remember the way his delicate lips felt on mine. I remember the way my heart melted when he looked into my eyes right before our lips met. Everything went so perfectly last night. Well, other than the fact we were drunk.

"What are you smiling at?" I didn't notice I was that deep into thought until Wesley's voice snapped me back to reality.

"Just thinking," I sleepily told him, smiling even wider while stretching a little. He smiled too, taking his place back on my bed.

"Mhmm, and what're you thinking about?"

"Last night," I whispered. He was silent, and I couldn't tell if it was a good or bad thing. Please tell me he remembers everything too.

"What about last night?" He didn't have any hint of remembrance in his voice. Usually I can tell when he's teasing me, but it doesn't seem like he is now. I can't believe he doesn't remember. Or is he choosing not to remember? I thought we both wanted last night to happen. Or maybe he was trying to get something else from me? No, Cameron, Wesley is not like that. Either way we were interrupted by a door slamming downstairs. I followed Wesley out to the balcony of the stairs to see what was up.

"Dad? Is that you?" I yelled from the balcony.

"Yeah, in the kitchen," he hollered. Wesley trudged down the stairs and followed me into the kitchen.

"You're home early," I stated confusingly. This man never leaves work early, so I knew something was wrong.

"Yeah, someone called work," he said rather glumly.

"What's going on?" He looked at Wesley before looking down at the floor.

"Cam, I don't know how to tell you this," he sighed. I looked up at Wesley, who was avoiding eye contact. What did he know that I didn't?

"Could someone please just tell me what the heck is going on?"

"I have to leave tonight. I got called into the plant in Colorado for a few weeks. I couldn't turn the offer down." My dad finally spoke up. My dads' life revolves around work. He's gone all the time working. I know he does it because he likes to keep busy, but it really sucks not seeing him all the time, especially since my moms passing. I can't tell him no for my own selfish reasons though.

"Of course you can't. I'll be fine here," I put on a brave smile, even though I was extremely upset he was leaving me. He engulfed me in a hug and left the kitchen.

"Are you okay?"

"I just wish he would realize I didn't want him to leave. Nothing will come in between him and his work, though," I sighed.

"I'll stay with you while he's gone. I mean, if you want. No pressure," he nervously chuckled. I was hoping he would say that. It gets lonely here by yourself.

"Of course I want you too," I smiled, pulling him in for a hug. He lightly pecked my forehead, brushed some hair out of my face, and let me go. My dad was already in his room packing. He was slowly throwing clothes and other things into his suitcase.

"Hey, babe, I'm gonna go get some things from my house. Text me later when you want me back," Wesley chuckled in my ear. My heart skipped a beat when he said babe. It just slipped right out, and he didn't even think about it. He left an almost unnoticeable peck on my cheek before going, leaving it red and tingly just like last night.

"I'm sorry this is so sudden, but I just couldn't turn down the money," my dad explained when we were left alone.

"It-It's okay. Wesley's going to keep me company while you're gone," I informed him.

"Wesley is the only boy I want here while I am gone. He's the only one I'll trust with my little girl," he joked. I chuckled along with him. By the time my dad finished packing, it was time to eat lunch.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay when I'm gone? Two weeks is a long time," my dad chuckled but was serious at the same time. He was making us some sandwiches to eat before we left for his flight.

"As much as I don't want you to go, I'll be okay here. You know Wesley will take good care of me," I smiled.

"I really am sorry I have to go. You know things have been hard since your mom, and I just like to keep busy. I love you, Cameron," he mumbled against my hair, squeezing me from behind before kissing my forehead and putting my plate in front of me.

"I know. It's been hard for me too. That's why we have each other." Shortly after we ate, it was time to leave. We loaded his stuff up into the car and got ready to head out.

Wesley rode along to drop my dad off at the airport. I gave him one final hug before his flight was ready to leave.

"Take care of my baby, Wesley. She's all I've got left," my dad told Wes. Wesley chuckled and nodded.

"I'll take good care of her, Nate," he assured my dad, pulling me into his side for a half hug. My dad smiled at us and turned to leave. I sighed and pulled Wesley's hand back towards the exit.

"Hey, it'll be okay," Wesley assured for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"I know it will. I just need to keep telling myself that," I said. We got to my car and drove towards home.

"Can we talk now?"

"About what?"

"Last night. What exactly happened," he smiled over at me.

"It doesn't really matter anymore. I was drunk, maybe I was just imagining it. I'm not quite sure," I blatantly said.

"Well whatever it was must've made you pretty happy," he said.

"Yeah," I mumbled, biting my lip.

"Since we don't have school tomorrow or Tuesday, we should get Drew and Keaton and watch some movies tonight or something," Wesley suggested. I agreed, so we went and picked them up. We got back and Wesley was looking through my movies.

When he picked one out, I instantly regretted letting him pick it. It was a horror film. I'm usually not scared of things, but horror films are something I can't do.

"You know I hate this movie," I whined as everyone took their seats and settled down. I sat some popcorn on the coffee table and grabbed a blanket before taking my seat. Wesley saved one right on the end of the couch beside him.

"I'll protect you," he whispered, chuckling at me as I was already covering my eyes with the blanket. He wrapped his arm snugly around my waist, making me feel slightly safer. It was the first time I'd actually noticed he didn't put his arm around my shoulder.