But You're The One I Want (A Wesley Stromberg Fanfic)

Chapter 3: The Concert, The Boy, And The Fall

I opened my eyes slowly. There is no better feeling than waking up naturally on a Sunday morning, I had a small smile on my face from feeling so refreshed from my sleep. I rolled over and looked at my clock. “9:30. Nice.” I glided out of bed and out of my room to the door across the hall. I knocked three times before entering.

“Good morning sleepy head.”

Lauren let out a tired groan and buried her face in her pillow.

“Come on Loz. Don’t you want to go out and start exploring the beaches for your next boyfriend.” I said with a wink even though she couldn’t see me because she still had her face stuffed into the pillow.

“You go ahead. I still need to unpack a bit. I don’t want to have to live out of my suitcase for the next two months. Plus, I have major jet lag. I think I’m just going to sleep for most of the day.” Her voice came out muffled.

“Ugh,” I let out a groan “you’re no fun. Well, would you mind if I went and saw my friend Bailey? She’s pretty much the only friend I have while I’m here.”

“Of course not! Go see your friend. I’m not being very exciting at the moment.” Lauren then rolled over on her side and began to try and sleep.

“Thanks, Lauren. Maybe we can all do something tomorrow though.” I walked out of her room and re-entered my own. I walked into the bathroom that was connected to my room and shut the door. I stripped of my clothes and had a relaxing shower. When I got out I began to get dressed in some distressed denim short-shorts, and a pink tank top. I then applied some minimal make up, ran a brush through my hair and threw it up into a messy ponytail. (A/N what Summer looks like on the side) I went downstairs to grab a quick breakfast, which consisted of a nut bar and a glass of orange juice. I then ran back upstairs to brush my teeth and grab my phone, skateboard, put on my purple vans. I ran back downstairs and left a note for my dad on the kitchen bench, I was unsure whether Lauren would be awake to tell him and I didn’t want him to worry about his ‘little Princess’. I grabbed my house keys from the key bowl and headed out the front door to Bailey’s house. She only lived about a block down the road, hence the reason why I decided to skateboard there rather than drive.

During the ride there I began to get lost in thought. Not thinking about anything in particular but… thinking… just kind of zoned out. Well, that was until I slammed into something extremely hard that made my fall to the ground. Actually, there was no impact with the ground. I was wrapped in someone’s arms, someone’s very big and strong arms. I slowly opened my eyes, which were squeezed shut at this point, and saw possibly the most attractive guy I have ever seen. His face was perfectly defined, his cheek bones were perfect, his jaw bone was prominent, his lips the perfect shade of pink, and his eyes… oh my god, his eyes… they were a comforting shade of brown with a few small speckles of what seemed to be gold. I didn’t even realise I was still admiring his features until he spoke up. “I know I’m hot. No need to stare.” He had a smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh… um… s-sorry.” I mental slapped myself for stuttering and released myself from his grip, but missed it as soon as I did. Weird. “I’m Wesley, but everyone calls me Wes.” I could see his eyes start to travel down my body, checking me out while he still had that sexy smirk on his face. Wait… did I just say sexy? Get a hold of yourself Summer, you just met this guy. “I’m Summer… Thanks for catching me before by the way.” I was proud at myself for getting out a full sentence without stuttering. “Hey, no problem. You have a really nice name by the way. Quite original.”

“Uh, thanks… well I uh, better get going. I’m off to see my friend.”

His face kind of fell when I told him, that I have to go. I’m not sure why though… he just met me. “Oh, right yeah yeah of course.” He tried to bring back his smile but it wasn’t the same one as before. “Well, I…uh…. I was wondering if I could get your number, y’know, so we can hang out sometime…” He looked shy asking and that made me blush. Of course I didn’t let him see that. “Yeah, I’d like that. Give me your phone.” We swapped phones and put in each other’s numbers.