Two Weeks Without Drew (Emblem3 Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Super short and super fluffy. Hope that's okay!

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Day Five:

"Wesley, take off the fucking jacket."

"No."

Wesley smiled up at his brother, who was standing over him with his hands on his hips and wearing a glare. The darker brunet was curled up on an armchair in the living room, and wearing one of Drew's jackets that he'd 'borrowed' when he'd been at the blond's house. He'd been wearing it since then and Keaton was obviously started to get sick of it.

"It's disgusting, Wes, come on. At least let me put it in the fucking wash so it's not all dirty," Keaton begged.

"It's not dirty," Wesley protested, all the while knowing that yes, it was indeed dirty.

"For fu-!" Keaton cut himself off before he could finish his curse and spun on his heel. "I'll be right back."

Curious, Wesley waited a few minutes, but his brother still hadn't come back. It took about fifteen minutes, and then the lighter brunet came stomping back into the living room, holding another of Drew's jackets that was thankfully clean.

"Here, I stole this one for you! Now take that one off and let me wash it!"

Wesley obligingly took off the green jacket he was wearing and put on the new black one, snuggling into it's warmth. Drew hadn't called yet, and being able to smell him- as creepy as that sounded- helped with his urges to not eat. "Thanks, Keaton."

"Fuck you," the light brunet hissed back before stalking off, presumably to go wash the green jacket. The phone began to ring shrilly and his brother shouted over it, "answer the fucking phone!"

Wesley had been keeping the phone right next to him in anticipation, so by the time Keaton shouted, he'd already picked it up and pressed the correct button. "Hello?"

"Mind telling me why my mother just called me asking why Keaton stole one of my jackets?" Drew asked without even saying a greeting, sounding very much amused.

Wesley laughed a little, but was too embarrassed to really explain. "Uhm, cause he's crazy?"

"Well, we all knew that," Drew chuckled. "But seriously, what the hell happened?"

"Uh..."

Keaton stalked back into the room while Wesley searched for an excuse, and before the older brother could prevent it, the light brunet had snatched the phone off him. "It's because he had one of your jackets and wouldn't take it off, no matter how dirty it was getting."

Wesley felt heat creeping up his neck in embarrassment, hoping that Drew wouldn't find him weird. He squirmed in his seat, watching Keaton closely as the kid continued to talk.

"Because he misses you, dumbass," the light brunet sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and looking quite weary. "Would you just hurry up and get back? My brother is going insane without you here."

Groaning in horror, Wesley shot forward and grabbed the phone back, smacking Keaton's arm. "Are you trying to make me die of embarrassment?" he hissed, before pressing the phone to his hear. To his relief, Drew was laughing. "Hey, sorry, its me again."

"Welcome back," Drew greeted, and Wesley could hear the smile in his voice. "So you've stolen two of my jackets, huh?"

"Oh god," Wesley groaned, covering his eyes. "Shut up. Please."

Keaton snickered and wandered off again, giving them privacy. Drew was still chuckling under his breath, and Wesley knew his face was red. "Don't have any of your own jackets, Wes?"

"Just... drop it," the brunet muttered, still blushing but grinning a bit as well. He knew that the blond was only teasing him. "I missed you, okay?"

"Aww," Drew laughed, before his voice sobered a bit. "I missed you too."

Wesley toyed with the zipper of Drew's jacket, feeling a flush of satisfaction at the blond's admission. He was going to go ahead with his plan of asking Drew out- or getting the older boy to ask him- but he figured it'd be better to do it in person, when the guy got back. Still, his decision to break the last barrier he'd put between them felt huge to him, and he wanted to share it with Drew. Having to wait was hard, especially when he was tempted to blurt it out constantly. "How are your grandparents?"

"Happy that I'm not a brat anymore," Drew answered easily. "They're still determined to meet you."

"Oh god," Wesley laughed a little. "That will be... interesting."

"You said it," the blond chuckled. "How is it with you? Anything interesting happen?"

"Not really," the younger boy paused, biting his lip. "Except... I'm going to go see my old counselor in a couple of days."

"Wait, what?" Drew sounded perplexed. "You had a counselor? Why are you going to see them? What happened?"

Wesley mentally cursed himself for bringing the subject up. "Yeah, I had a counselor. Nothing happened, its just for the relapse."

"Oh," Drew paused. "Did Keaton or your mom make an appointment for you?"

"No, I did it myself."

"Wes," the blond said very softly. "I'm proud of you."

The brunet's face broke into a smile, and he closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of Drew being happy with him. "Thanks."

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Sorry it was so short! Next chapter we get to meet Drew's grandparents though (and watch them embarrass Wesley) so maybe that'll make up for it? Thank you guys for the lovely comments and votes and reads, they make my day!

Shout out to Amber (rikku_sohma) and MJ, the two awesomest people on the planet. If you haven't already, go check out Amber's story I look in the mirror to figure out who I am, its amazing!

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