Friends? || Weston Koury

Chp 19 - Show Time!

Alli's POV

After the party, we headed back to the hotel, leaving the Jinxing twins (A nickname Weston and I made up.) and Mark behind.

Hunter decided to bump into us when we were heading to the car. He said that he was super late because his plane got cancelled. Then they were here at 8 pm and had only a bit of time to get off the plane, go rent a car, check in at the Hotel, eat dinner and get ready to go to the party.

He explained this in only a few seconds. As for me, I was just stunned.

Weston explained that we were leaving so we could get some rest. He bid us farewells and we went our ways.

Now we're back in our room. Weston and I pretty much stripped to our undergarments and collaped. Actually, Weston got a shirt from his bag and some basketball shorts.

I kept my undershirt and shorts on, just laying there on the bed, eyes closed, recalling tonight's events.

I smile, my eyes still closed. Weston jumps onto the bed, which makes me yelp.

"Weston!" I screech as he laughs, "You know I hate it when you do that!"

"Okay then." He giggles.

"That!" I squeal, giggling myself.

"That what?" He asks, looking behind him and around.

"That giggle, it's so adorable."

"I have it just for you." He touches the tip of my nose with the tip of his finger, I giggle.

I peck his lips, "Ya know, we aren't, you know, boyfriend and girlfriend, but we still kiss. Why is that, do you know?" I ask, staring at the ceiling.

"Maybe it's because we want to be that, but we just aren't ready. So we do the other thing instead." He replies.

"I agree."

We just sit there, staring at each other. We both know we love each other, but why won't we admit it?

It just seems odd. But I can't propose to him, asking him to be my boyfriend. He has to do it. So, whenever he's ready, I will be.

I get up, turning off the lights. The lamp, the bathroom, Weston. Wait, what?

I find Weston's hand on mine, in attempt to turn off the final light.

"Alli," He sighs, "You are the light," He points up to the last light on, "I never want to turn you off." He shyly smiles.

"What are you saying?" I ask.

"Oh, just that you're beautiful, amazing and I never want to lose you. I mean, boo boo, look around! You've got an internet famous boy wrapped around your finger, loads of supporters, your beautiful, have great friends, and have a strong personality. That's why your the light. I want to follow you, and if I turn it off, I'd be lost."

I smile into his eyes. It's not his mouth, but his eyes talking to me.

"Okay then, we turn off this light and turn on the night light?" I laugh, "Weston, I like you too, but we're 14. I'm not sure I'm ready for a relationship. I'm sorry, but I'm just not ready, I'll tell you when I am. You'll know."

A tear escapes my eye. We travel back to the bed and plop ourselves onto it. Weston takes off his shirt and throws it onto the suitcase. I take off my shorts and did the same. We snuggle up to each other, Weston's arms wrapped around me like a blanket, my hands resting on his chest.

He fell asleep shortly after snuggling with me, leaving me the only one awake. I stare at his features, his collar bone, his chisled face, his ruffled up hair. I loved everything about him. I lightly kiss his soft lips before heading off into sleep.

* * * * *

I wake up to the sound of Weston's alarm. Sitting up, I stretch. I turn off the alarm while Weston stirs.

"Well, chop chop! We got a show to go to!" I squeak.

He groans in reply and drags himself out of bed. I do suite and stretch one last time before grabbing an outfit and heading to the bathroom. I had showered early this morning while Weston was still sleeping because I kept waking up. So I decided that I would take a shower than hop back into bed.

I strip of my clothing after closing the door, throwing it to the ground. I smile as I hear Weston getting ready. He knocks on the door as soon as I slip my dress on, "Come in!"

He walks in, all dressed up in a flannel shirt and some jeans. How is he so adorable?!

"Can you help me?" I ask, pulling up my hair.

He nods and comes over, his warm hands softly coming in contact with my skin. I hear a zip, the warmness of his hand traveling up to my mid back, where the zipper ends.

I turn to him, resting my hands and head on his chest, my eyes roaming.

I feel him smile and blush, and I do the same. His arms wrap around me. His soft lips find their way to my forehead.

"Weston, I love this and I wish it could happen more often, but we have a scheduled show. We gotta get a move on!" I scream, giggling afterwards.

"Now help me straighten up." I demand.

* * * * *

"Are, you, ready?!" The host calls out.

"Please welcome, Blake Gray!"

Screams fill the air, shouts, signs are lifted up. All this is happening as Blake walks into the stage, grabbing a mic from the manager.

"Corbyn Besson!"

Fist bumps to the air, hive fives given to reckless fans in the front row.

"Simon Britton!"

It seems quite. But a few cheers escape people's mouths.

"Weston Koury!"

Weston gives me a peck on the lips before running out onto the stage. Screams and cries are heard probably from outside.

"And last but not least! A special guest, first timer, please welcome, Alli Johansson!" I step out to the bright lights. A bunch of my supporters were here, they were holding up signs. Lots of them said, "#Alston 4 Life!"

I giggled as I stepped into a spot next to Weston.

Blake stepped up and called out whar was going to happen, "Who wants to have fun tonight?" He calls into the microphone.

Screams filled my ears as I smiled.

"I can't hear you!" He smirked. He mouthed to me, "Watch this!"

All the fans either had a sign up, hands up, or they were screaming their head off. It was cool.

"Okay. That's how much fun you want. Alright. Wasn't sure." He joked, a few laughs erupt in the crowd, "Corbyn is going to perform a few songs, then it'll be just Simon and me doing something. After that Weston and Alli will be doing a little game or 2, and for the finale, we might be taking volunteers for a dance battle!"

Everyone squeals in agreement.

"Is everyone ready?!" We all call out.

Everyone screams one answer.

Yes.