Runaway ✧ w. stromberg

Something Else

Chapter 12

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.:.Althea's POV.:.

I smiled back at Wesley and giggled. His eyes were bright and his smile touched his eyes. He looked genuinely happy.

From my peripheral vision, I could see Drew was still in the doorway. Wesley hadn't noticed, seeing as he had pulled out his phone and ended up scrolling through twitter. My eyes had met Drew's once again and he nudged his head toward the other room, indicating that I go outside.

"Hey, babe. I'll be right back." I kissed Wesley's cheek and stood up, making my way out of the room.

"So you're sure you weren't doing anything... beca-" I slapped his arm.  He just laughed, but then that serious expression brought itself back onto his features.

"No! Nothing. But even if we did... And I'm not saying that we did... Why would I even tell you?" I rolled my eyes and giggled. Of course he knew I was being sarcastic. But still, I wouldn't tell him. That stuff was personal. And if he ever did hear anything.  It would probably come from Wes.

''You know, Wes has never been in a serious relationship before, right?" He asked me, his eyes boring into mine. The way he looked at me was with some kind of mix I couldn't understand. It was either he was worried about me or scared.

"What are you trying to say." It wasn't even me asking a question. I was simply stating this to Drew.

"Wes is almost never in relationships. This is the first time he has actually wanted to be in one for a while. After Carly, he just let himself go, flirting with a bunch of girls, leading them on, and then leaving them. Well, it wouldn't really be leaving them because he was never with them in the first place. He's even been cheated on. After all the things that happened, he never took girls seriously anymore."

Why was he telling me this? Was he trying to bash his best friend? 

"But my point is he has pretty much acted like a player. I think he was acting that way as a front. But I know my best friend and when he says something, he means it. No lie, he seems like the douchy type, but you can't judge a book by its cover. I know you know him, and there's more to learn, but I know you guys like eachother so you will learn. What I'm saying is even if Wesley seems like he could ditch you for someone else, know that if he is serious about being with you, he is dead serious."

"Why are you telling me this? All of it. Why?" My eyebrows furrowed in anticipation.

"Wes told me about what happened to you and that one guy. Before he asked you out he would tell me you were still going through a tough time. He said that every moment he was with you, you seemed to get better and you smiled more. He didn't want to ask you out until he felt it was right because he didn't want to rush things. Because you were still hurting. He really likes you. Like really likes you. As in alot."

"Drew. Do you realize how good of a friend you are to Wes?" I drew myself closer to him and wrapped my arms around his built, muscular figure. His embrace was warm and comforting.

"And I'm not a good friend of yours?" He chuckled, pulling away.

"Yeah you are,' I paused, realizing something, "But why didn't Wesley tell me any of this?"

"He isn't so good with words. I didn't even knwo if I was going to tell you? Earlier I asked him if he wwas going to talk to you. He said he was!"

"So he chickened out. Awhh." I blushed.

"Yeah. And only you have seemed to get Wes to act shy and soft. You really are something else." He winked.

"Are you tryna steal my girl?" A familiar voice was audible from behind me, and a pair of arms wrapped around my chest.