limerence ; wes tucker

one

if your soulmate isn't your best friend, they probably aren't the one.

High school is a pain in the ass, everyone knows this. It's even harder when you only have one friend and that one friend has at least half the school trying to get their attention. Vanessa Scott, 17 year old senior, also known as Ness to friends, is not the average "popular girl"; To be honest, She's not even any type of popular girl. She has about one friend, and without him, she probably would've dropped out freshman year. His name is Wes, and there is nothing he wouldn't do for her.

It was 7:08 am when Vanessa woke up for her first day of senior year. She woke up to the familiar chime of her phone ringing, and she knew it could only be one person.

"What the hell Wes? You do know it's 7 in the morning, right? School doesn't start until 8:30." She groaned, sitting up and looking around.

"I know, but I wanted to get donuts on the way there. Meet me outside in thirty minutes." With that, she heard the click and immediately started getting ready.

As she did her makeup, she simultaneously fixed her hair and picked out an outfit. As soon as she was ready, Wes sent her an all caps text to come outside. She quickly grabbed her backpack, running out the door after saying goodbye to her parents and brother.

She made it outside to see that her friend had obviously upgraded his style. He had an all black Mercedes Benz, and she almost screamed when she saw it. As soon as she got in, she widened her eyes at him.

"When did you get this car?! Why didn't you tell me?" She looked amazed, which cause Wes to laugh quietly.

"Remember when we were younger and  you made me promise that at least one of us would get a black car before we graduated because we were emo and shit? I kept the promise." He gripped the steering wheel harder, and she couldn't help but find it attractive. She quickly pushed the thought out of her mind though. Wesley was nothing more than a best friend to her.

When they finally parked in the school's semi empty parking lot, they got out of the car and people immediately started calling out to Wes,

A group of girls who from their matching attire could only be the cheer squad approached the two, giggling amongst themselves.

The leader of the group, Jenna, smiled lightly at Wes.

"Hey Wes, you two are still friends? I would think that your social status would let you find cooler people to hang around. But I guess not." She trailed off, waving half heartedly at Vanessa. Vanessa scowled at her, and Wes just rolled his eyes once they'd left.

"You okay, Ness?" He asked, and she scoffed.

"Yeah, I don't let the drone cheerleaders bother me anymore. We aren't freshmen anymore, I'm okay." She assured him as a brown haired boy came into view.

"Fuck, hide me." She walked behind Wes, trying to avoid eye contact.

"From Dakota? Why? He's a close friend, you know that." He chuckled.

"A close friend that I've had a crush on for years. You know that." Wes rolled his eyes, internally sighing as they went over to Dakota.

"Hey man, what's up? And who is that behind you?" He laughed quietly, going around Wes to see a blushing Vanessa. She waved weakly, holding in her thoughts about him.

"So I see you two are already getting acquainted, I should probably get going." Wes raised his eyebrows at Vanessa, who slapped his arm and felt her face heat up again.

They laid in bed all day that day, talking about the future. Freshman year was right around the corner, and they were both scared. He told her everything was fine, but she couldn't believe him. On her side, nothing was really going right.

"What if you change? What if you leave me?" She breathed out shakily, just the thought of losing her best friend bringing her close to tears.

"I won't. You're my soulmate, remember?" He smiled as he said that, only wishing that she knew what he meant.

"Yeah, my platonic soulmate." Every time she said platonic his heart dropped, but her voice was the only thing that could always calm him down so he dismissed it.

"Promise me you'll always be here, please Wes?"

"I promise, I'm not going anywhere."

That was four years ago, and as Wes remembered it, he wondered why he could never just tell her. He wanted to know what was stopping him all this time. He bit his lip as Dakota and the love of his life flirted, and he ever so softly sighed and smiled weakly. Because she looked happy, and as long as she stayed happy, Wes could stay happy, even if she wasn't happy with him.

"Hey, the bell is about to ring. Want me to walk you to class Nessa?" He asked, hoping for some time alone with her.

"I got it," Dakota smiled charmingly at her, and Wes bit his lip but only nodded as Vanessa mouthed a thank you to him.

'Yeah, you're welcome.' He thought to himself, somewhat glad first period was the only class he didn't have with Vanessa. He needed to clear his mind.

As he sat in the back of the classroom, he opened his journal and started writing. He wrote songs and poems and letters he would never show anyone.

He was lost in his own world, and no matter how many girls or guys talked to him, he would just give short answers because he knew most of them only talked to him because of the way he looked. But they don't know his past, which is why he just never gave anyone the time of day; except Vanessa and a couple of other people who could actually be considered friends to him.

As the day surged on, lunch was next and Wes and Vanessa sat next to one another in English waiting for the bell. She giggled to herself.

"Who's gotten you all giggly?" He joked, raising an eyebrow causing her to laugh harder.

"Dakota said he would drive me home today, and take me to get lunch, I hope that's not a problem." She smiled big, and Wes could do nothing but mirror her smile.

"You're good, I'll just go alone I guess." He bit his lip as the bell sounded, ready to leave campus as soon as possible. Once he got into the car, he noticed he had a message from an unsaved number.

i miss you, so I'm transferring to your school. see you soon.

Wes stared at the text and the number, quickly realizing it could only be one person.

"Oh fuck, not her again."