Wesley's pov
one week earlier,
"But you told me he was just a friend! and I believed you, I believed you because I fucking trusted you!"
Hot tears were flowing rapidly down the side of my cheeks as I screamed at him. My trust for him was gone, along with all respect.
"God I can't take your shit, Wesley! All you do is whine and complain, I just had to get a break. I can't even blow you without you getting all emotional about some shit from a week ago!" Jackson screamed back, pacing around the room angrily.
His words hit me like tiny swords falling from above. As more and more tears streamed down my face, it made it harder for me to bounce back an argument. I knew I was emotional, but really? I'm not the kind of guy to hold grudges like that against someone I trust. But I didn't trust him anymore.
"Please pack your bags and get out," I grumbled to him "It's over."
Jackson shook his head and continued to make the next few minutes awkward, packing himself a bag so he could stay at his "friend" Jacob's house for the next few days.
"I'll come by next week to get all the other stuff, I'm staying at Jacob's house until I get it all out."
"Fine by me."
"Have fucking fun!" he hollered, throwing his wedding ring at my hardwood floor.
I let out a deep sigh and sank onto my bed. My hands in my face, the tears started coming back.
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current day- March 16
9:30 am:
Open eyes.
Yawn.
Stretch.
Rustling in covers for phone.
1 new message:
(1 attachment, a selfie of Nadine and a mysterious girl. Messy short brown hair, crystal blue eyes, soft pink lips.)
On our way back from the airport! Wanna meet up? -Nadine
I couldn't help but smile at the face of the mystery girl. She was stunningly beautiful, it was like a pain to the eyes. Her smile reflected back two dimples, and bright white teeth. She wore a blue and black striped tank top, and black shorts. I admit it, she was hot.
"where and what time?" I replied back.
We decided to meet at the mall at 1 p.m. Giving me approximately 3 and a half hours to shower, dress, and eat. Maybe a few minutes of practicing pick up lines (what? she was hot and I'm single).
11:30 a.m.
After a twenty minute shower, I picked out my outfit for the day. A gray and red Vans™ shirt, black skinny jeans, and checkered Vans™ high tops. I also styled my hair, the most perfect quiff I've had in months.
12 p.m.
A lunch of grilled cheese and tomato soup.
12:36 p.m.
Making bed.
Brushing teeth.
12:45 p.m.
Grabbing a light jacket and heading out the door.
As I confidently hopped into my Mercedes-Benz, I shoot Nadine a quick text: I'll be there in 20!
Eden's pov
"sooooOoooOooooo I've kinda made plans for us to meet up with this friend of mineeee" Nadine told me.
"who?" I eyed her suspiciously
"wellllll he's this boy and I kinda told him about yourself-"
"you what!?"
"Wait listen, he's really good looking and just might be the perfect guy for you. He's pansexual and you guys have a lot of similar interests and such. I thought it might be fun to meet a nice Los Angeles boy. come on, what do ya say?"
"fineeeee" I sighed. This was definitely going to be an interesting 3 months in California.
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The mall- 1:06 p.m.
Wesley's pov
"woah"
Eden's pov
"woah"
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Romance((warnings: mature content and slight reference of lgbt community)) After a divorce from an almost perfect 5 year relationship becomes a wreck, pansexual Wesley Holland seems completely lost until a friend comes to the rescue..
