Memories (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 16 'Know You Better'

Wesley's POV

I woke up pretty early the next morning and went on a quick jog around the campsite. When I came back, Drew was frying some eggs over the small, barely-there fire.

"Where are the other two?"

"Still sleeping, I think Keats moved in with Cam after you left," Drew chuckled lightly. I opened our tent and was about to yell until I saw something that annoyed me. Cameron was in a sleeping bag with Keaton, snuggling into his side. I turned around and walked back out to Drew. This wouldn't have bothered me had it been last week, but now I feel an even bigger sense of jealousy knowing how she feels about me. I know her and Keaton are good friends, so I don't know why it irked me so much.

"Keaton and Cam are in the same sleeping bag, and she's cuddling with him. That should be me," I complained.

"God knows if it was you in that tent, I'd have a nephew in about nine months," Drew scoffed.

"It's not like that with her, dude. She's special, really."

"Are you turning soft on me? Duuuuuude!"

"Shut up, Drew. You know I've always had a thing for her," I sighed.

"Had a thing for who?" I heard Cam say sleepily.

"Hmmm, this really cute girl. You probably wouldn't know her," I teased. She came and sat by me, putting her arms around my waist and hugging me. I was still kind of upset about seeing her with Keaton, so I brushed her off and walked back to my tent. She sat there, looking confused.

"I'll be back. I'm going to the lake," I stated, grabbing a towel and starting on the trail down to the lake. I knew deep down she would follow me.

"Wesley Trent, get your ass back here," she yelled at the top of the trail as I kept jogging. I halted in my tracks and turned around, looking up at her innocently.

"What is wrong? Why are you pissed?"

"I'm not," I told her stubbornly.

"Bullshit. We've been best friends for forever and you think I don't know you that well? Tell me now, or I'll force it out of you," she came close and whispered. I sighed and chuckled a little.

"It's stupid really," I whispered as her hands started traveling up my shirt.

"Is it because I was sleeping with Keaton?" I didn't answer. She pulled her hands from out of my shirt and forced my face to look at her by squeezing my cheeks with her hand and turning my head.

"Wesley," she whined through gritted teeth, "I like you. Trust me. Please? If I didn't like you, I wouldn't do this, would I?" She pulled my face down to meet hers and pressed her lips to mine. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist and continued kissing me.

"Wesley, Keaton is my best friend, you know that. This whole thing between us isn't going to change stuff, right? Because that's the last thing I want. I love my relationship with you, and I don't want it to be like this."

"It won't change things. I don't know why I got mad. But, hey, I thought I was your best friend," I pouted jokingly. She pressed her forehead to mine and put her lips close to my ear.

"I was hoping you'd be more than my best friend," she whispered, making me grin.

"Let's go to the lake," I chuckled, shifting her to my back. I continued jogging down the trail until we reached the shore of the lake. I put her down and ran to the dock. I did a cannonball in and hollered for her to come in after me.

"Just a second," she yelled, stripping her sweatshirt and pants off, leaving her in just her underwear and bra. I smirked to myself, earning a glare from her. She jumped in right next to me, giggling as she surfaced. She jumped on my back, and I tried to swim away from her, but she wasn't letting go easily.

"What's going on down here?" Keaton hollered from the shore. We both stopped, looked at each other, and burst into a laugh. He saw our pile of clothes and rolled his eyes.

"You guys are so gross," he yelled.

"It's alright Keaton, I'm still covered," she laughed, showing him that she was in her bra and underwear. He chuckled and turned to walk away.

"Now that he's gone, maybe you can lose the bra," I smirked.

"How about not," she teased, pulling one strap down and pulling it back up just as quickly. I chuckled and gave her a peck on the cheek. I took off towards the shore, and she followed right behind me.

"Could I borrow that towel when you're done? It's freezing," she shivered, trying to use her arms to warm up her body. I nodded and threw the towel to her. She wrapped herself up in it and pulled her other clothes back on.

"Cam?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know what we are right now exactly, but I just want you to know one thing. I know I'm stereotyped as that guy, well, you know, that just uses girls. I just want you to know that I don't want to be that guy with you. I really want to make this right. I also don't want you to feel pressured to do anything. We can take things slow," I told her assuringly.

"Thanks, Wesley, but you should be the one worried about me. I'm kind of a player when it comes to guys," she winked, walking slightly in front of me, giving me a perfect view.

"I'm kidding," she giggled, nudging my arm, "but it does mean a lot that you want something real because I do too," she admitted. I hope we can have something real. I've waited so long for the day to come when I have Cameron, and after all the waiting, it's finally here.