Love Is Weird

Moving In With Wesley

Miranda's POV

I walked downstairs, and tried to find the kitchen. I smelt something mouth watering, and headed in its direction. I found the kitchen, saw Wesley cooking. I sneaked up to him and hugged him from behind. He turned me around and hugged me back while placing a kiss on my forehead. "Good morning princess." I smiled at the nickname he game me. "Good morning my prince." He smiles and told me the food would be ready in five minutes.

I sat down at the table, and was getting impatient. When will my food be ready? Wesley was probably reading my mind and said, "Be patient my love."

Five minutes finally passed, and Wesley placed a plate of an omelet in front me. The smell was to die for. I digged in and devoured it in less than five minutes. Wesley chuckled as he watched me. "I'm sorry. I haven't has something this good since George Washington became president." He laughed at my remark, and I laughed with him. "Well I'm glad you enjoy my cooking, princess." I smiled at him which made him smile even bigger. If that was even possible.

A sudden thought just hit me. My dad. "Oh no." "What's wrong, princess?" "I forgot about my father." Wesley smiled and said, "There's a phone in the living room if you want to use it." I gave him a smile of gratitude, and ran to the living room. I dialed my dad's phone number and waited for him to pick up. "Hello." He sounds like he has been asleep. "Hi dad. Sorry to awake you." "Miranda? Where have you been?" I sighed. I decided to tell him the truth.

"I slept at Wesley's house dad." I moved the phone from my ear as my dad started to have a fit. "Are you done, dad?" I heard him sighed on the other end and continued. "Look. Wesley is not a bad guy. I love him, and if you're not happy them I'm moving out." I hanged up and placed the phone back on the hook.

I went back in the kitchen to find Wesley washing the dishes. I went over to help him. "Um...Wesley?" "Hmm?" "I'm moving." He stopped what he was doing and turned to face me. Gulp.