Confused ; Weston Koury

Chapter 2

It's been a few years now since we moved in together. Not much really went on. Just casual lives. We didn't go out much. We just stayed home, talking about deep things. He helped me through all the bad times. Just like I helped him. He's always been there for me. I guess that's what Best Friends are for.

"Madison, change of plans." "Huh?" I looked at him as he laid in my bed. "Sam and Cody want us to go to their 'Party'.." He chuckled as he emphasized the word 'Party.'I smirked and walked towards the end of my bed. "What do you mean by 'Party'?" I put my fingers up in quotations.

He just shook his head and scooted at the end of the bed where I was standing. "By 'Party' I mean drunk hookup place." He laughed, looking up at me. "Ah, I see." I rolled my eyes.

Weston rolled out of bed. "Dress casual. Nothing too- uh.. Just wear something that doesn't show much, Okay?" He said. I wasn't going to. He gets scary when other guys are trying to flirt with me. I mean I get that he's being protective n' all. But he does it to everyone. I get it. He's just trying to be a good best friend.

I dressed in a t-shirt. Some shorts. I guess the casual look.

"No no no." Weston growled as he tossed me his sweats. "Put these on." "It's not your choi-" "Put them on." He raised his tone a bit. I rolled my eyes and wandered off into the bathroom to change.

Weston, why does it matter? Like Honestly..

When I walked out he had on a different pear of sweats and a tee. Whatever. He nodded at me and we walked out the door.

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When we got there? There was already a wave of drunk people. Added by the scent of either cologne or sweaty people dancing in the front yard. We wandered inside and there were already people staring us down.

I'm not looking forward to flirting. I'm here to see my friends. Friends only.

We had found Sam and Cody. They were both drinking, but were sober. I'm guessing they had just their beer.
"Hey! You guys made it!" Cody laughed and raised his beer in the air. We all then laughed. "Yeah." Weston began casually. "Aye, cute girl alert. You guys don't get into trouble. Have fun!" Sam smirked and wandered over to the bar, next to this girl with all her friends. Cody wandered off.  We started walking around to find more of our close friends when this random guy started stumbling towards me. Weston's face explained it all. He knew something wrong was about to happen.

Weston quickly slid his hand over my waist. I didn't mind. I only knew he was protecting me.

The drunk male just gave an evil glare and stumbled off. We both walked the other direction. At this point you think he would let go. But he didn't. He left his hand there. He looked a bit pissed.. "Wes..." I managed to say as I looked up at him. He looked down at me, waiting to say something as his face went back to a completely normal expression. "Don't be scared. I can handle myself.." I then said, my words making him choke. "Mm... Are you sure?" He questioned, stopping me. "Yes Weston." He just shrugged and let go. He would follow me around though. I really didn't mind. It made me happy that he cared for me. Honestly.

After chilling on the couch with some friends, that same drunk guy creeped back over. Weston looked down at me and bit down on his bottom lip. "Madison." He urged, pulling me closer. The guy sat beside me. "Aye. " he whispered as he scooted closer. He absolutely wreaked of alcohol. Disgusting in my opinion. "Do you wanna, ya know.." The male slid his hand over mine. I quickly pulled it back. He just scooted closer, reaching for my thigh. "Cmon Babe. Don't tease." The drunk bastard grinned. Before he really touched me at all anymore, Weston was already up and out of his seat all fired up. "Weston.. Please d-.." "Get.. The fuck.. Away." Sam began to speak but Weston had cut him off, speaking his words into slow exaggerations.

Sam and Cody, both kinda tipsy themselves, were holding Weston back. I just stood there. I'm an idiot.

"Keep talkin' pretty boy. That's all you're good for." The guy said, a slur to his words.

From that moment on.. Everything froze. Only in action remained in this situation. A flying fist in the air. Weston's. His fist flew so fast at the male. I was astonished. One hit. The guy was out. The whole house went silent as they kept their eyes either on Weston or the Drunk, no good, knocked out being. Weston immediately grabbed me and pulled me out of the house. We walked down to the car, opening my door was a pissed off Weston. I could see the fire in his eyes. He went to his side. When he got in he slammed the door and struggled to get the keys in. Finally he did and he drove off. I waved to Sam and Cody as we left.

The thought that I was the cause of that, made me hurt so bad.
What am I doing..?
Why am I here..?
What is my purpose..?

The ride home we didn't talk. He pulled into the driveway and got out. I did understand. But he didn't have to swing.. We could of just left.. Maybe he just thought I was having fun. He wanted to stay to I could enjoy.

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I sprawled my limbs around my bed, listening to the shower creak as Weston got out of the shower. We haven't talked this whole time. He walked out with a shirt and shorts. Nothin special. He walked over to the bed and sat down, letting out a small sigh. "Madison?.." He looked down at me. "You still call me that?" We laughed."I've called you that for years. You should be used to it. " he grinned. "Madi." I smirked. "Madison." He scoffed. I rolled my eyes.

"Madison." He stiffened, trying to get serious. "Can I just apologize?" He whimpered. I nodded and sat up a bit. He gave me a big smile. I didn't want to talk about it. He understood.

Weston opened his arms out. He would raise a brow. I just laid back down and groaned. "You just dissed my hug." He pouted. I opened my arms in return. "I don't feel like getting up.." I whined. Weston laughed as he crawled beside me, Falling in my arms and squeezing me tight. He reached up and grabbed my cheeks as he squeezed them. "Madison lee Skylar. I am proud to have you as my Bestfriend. " he grinned.

He was really close to my face. For a second.. I though he was gonna kiss me. I am his best friend so I don't think he would do it. He doesn't have those kind of feelings for me.
But..
I think that..
I think that I honestly would have..
Kissed him back.

What am I thinking?

He came closer. I thought that at this moment he was actually going for it. But then he pulled back, sitting up. "Goodnight Madison." He got up from the bed and looked down. I cocked my head to the side. He crawled down to his bed and got comfortable. "Goodnight Weston." I mumbled.

"Goodnight Sweetheart." He yawned, drifting off to sleep.

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WESTON YA KILLEN MEE.
Second chapter! Hope you like babes ❤️

~Toxicc