Two Weeks Without Drew (Emblem3 Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Day Four:

Ten days, six hours, thirty three minutes and ten seconds.

Wesley groaned and put his phone down, not at all happy with the countdown on the screen. He still had ten days to wait until Drew arrived back from visiting his grandparents. Ten days of utter boredom and- despite how much he hated to admit it- missing him.

The worst part about it was the blond had only been gone for four days now and Wesley was already at his wits end. Keaton found it both amusing and annoying, but the fifteen year old just didn't understand. After all, Wesley had survived Drew being in Haiti for a few months, and now the guy was gone for two weeks and he was having periodic mini-meltdowns.

The scary part was he was having a really hard time getting food down and keeping it down. It was disconcerting to have to rely on Drew's presence so much for his happiness and health. It made it that much harder to accept the blond's friendship back into his life, because if he left again, Wesley would go right back to that dark place he'd only recently climbed out of.

He never wanted to go back there again.

Flopping back onto his bed, Wesley winced when something sharp dug into his lower back. He arched and reached underneath himself to pull the object out, and a smile tugged at his lips when he saw it was Drew's songbook. The blond had given it to him for 'safe keeping' while he was away, but it didn't take a genius to know he'd given it to Wesley because the brunet was close to a panic attack just as Drew was about to leave. The book helped. A little.

He flipped open the pages and ran his finger over the messy handwriting that was so unique to Drew. Each song was a glimpse into the blond's thoughts, and Wesley clung onto each lyric, trying to make them into a good enough substitute until Drew got back.

How had he gotten so dependant on him?

He flicked to the Say What You Mean (Wesley) page, and then to the True Friends page that had recently been added. Both songs were huge reminders of the way Drew felt about him. Sure, the blond had never said it, and after their second to last kiss when Wesley had found the songbook they hadn't touched very often, but he knew love when he saw it. Because Drew looked at Wesley the same way Wesley looked at Drew.

It had been so simple, so goddamn easy, to flow back into a casual friendship. They didn't fight anymore, they were pretty much at each other's sides all of the time and they even teamed up to play pranks on Keaton. The fifteen year old put up with it- probably because he was just happy the two were finally getting along- but that didn't mean he didn't get revenge.

(Drew hadn't been happy when he'd woken up with wax strips all over his legs, and the only solution was to rip them off. Wesley had been equally displeased when Keaton had put green dye in his shampoo.)

The band they'd formed had flourished. Kyle and Drew were still a little wary of each other, but the former had been allowed to join, along with Kenny Galbraith. Although they still couldn't agree on a name. Drew was sticking with 'Icon' but Wesley adamantly refused. Keaton, Kenny and Kyle could only watch in amusement every time they had an argument about it.

It had been so easy to be friends again. In fact, Drew and Keaton were probably the best friends he'd ever had. And yet despite how happy he was, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the feelings they had for each other.

Maybe it would be just as easy to fall back into a relationship.

Not that they had been in one in the first place. Well, Wesley had thought they were, but it turned out to be a lie. That was probably the scariest part of how much he wanted Drew- things could turn out like before. He didn't want that.