Just friends

Chapter 15

A few more weeks pass and Wesley and I really got close. I mean, now, to me, he's like a little brother. That's how close we got.

By this time, it was the weekend of the wedding. I curled my hair, did my make up all nice and perfect, and I wore the dress with a pair of flats. Wesley and I left and I became so tense. We arrived at the venue and honestly it was much fancier than I expected. They were able to have their wedding at the Rochester Broadway Theater. We sit down a few minutes before the ceremony began. Everyone started walking in.

"So, where is he?" Wesley asks me. Pretty sure he was talking about Peter. I look up at the groomsmen and see him standing right behind Josh.

"He's the best man." I explain.

"He's tiny."

"Well, so are you."

"I'm also younger than him."

Once Heidi was about to walk in all of us stood up. She wore a lace mermaid gown with a sweetheart neckline. Her vail draped perfectly on her arm covering her long brunette hair. Which is pretty much in loose curls. I can tell she's trying not to cry at the moment. She looked beautiful. Everyone then sat down after she approached Josh.

"We're gathered here today-" and the priest begins the long, boring, religious speech about love. During most of his speech I try not to fall asleep.

By the time the ceremony itself was over we walked out and into a dining room in the theater. I kept a distance from Peter as much as possible.

During a somewhat slow song, Wesley holds out his hand. "What?" I ask.

"Care to dance? Just one. I thought it'd be a way of saying thank you for having me as your plus one." He explains.

I take his hand and we walk onto the dance floor. I wrap my arms around his neck as he puts his hands around my waist. The song What A Wonderful World by Louise Armstrong was playing.

"Can you dance?" I whisper to him.

"I don't know. I don't think so. You?"

"Not sure."

"Guess we'll find out."

We kept stepping on each other's feet and we'd end up stopping and laughing. We both ended up taking off our shoes and dancing barefoot. I also stole a few glasses of champagne and drank them in the bathroom when I could. After some time, we decided to ditch the party and ran to a park. We sat on the edge of my car.

"So, how is that champagne feeling?" Wesley says as we look up at the sky. I felt like I could see every star in the universe. It was so clear and dark out.

"I haven't felt this alive in so long." I say.

"When was the last time?"

"That's personal."

"Understandable." I look up at the sky for another what felt like five minutes. I felt so free. Almost as though I could fly. "Shit, what time is it?"

"Ten thirty."

"We need to get going like now." I say before hoping off the car.

We get in and I make sure we take the quickest route to the apartment. I take off my shoes and take the stairs and Wesley follows. I grab the keys and immediately unlock the door. Peter. I was expecting him to be here. I really was. He was supposed to be here. It was supposed to be a perfect night for us. We'd make up and he'd come back and we'd be happy again.

Wesley walks into his room to give me space while I bawled my eyes out in the kitchen. I sat on the floor with another bottle of wine in my hand while crying. I didn't care if I messed up my make up or anything. I bawl so much it hurts. It's that feeling of a break up all over again. What feels like a hangover, but is really just heart ache.

I spend a good two hours crying. Once I got to a point of a silent sob, Wesley carries me into my room and lays me on my side on my bed. He closes the door and I stare into a distance. I take off the dress, wipe off whatever is left of my make up, and put my hair in a bun. I stay in my bra and underwear as my pajamas. I start to fall asleep. In the middle of the night, what looked to Wesley walks into my room and gets into my bed with me. He turns to face towards me and pulls me in close. He kisses my cheek and I sleep peacefully for the rest of the night. I slept in the next morning. I sit up and look at who it is next to me. Peter. I panic for a moment before I try to wake him up. Once he does I stop panicking as much.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I needed you.  I couldn't stand seeing you with that guy. He's not right for you. I made sure I showed up when he wasn't here." He starts explaining I look into his eyes and actually see pain. A look I haven't seen in months.

I put on a pair of sweats and a sweater before walking out with him following. Wesley was in the kitchen as usual already making breakfast.

"Hey, asshole, get out of my apartment." Peter says walking into the kitchen grabbing Wesley's arm.

"Woah who are you?" Wesley says. I then run into the kitchen.

"Peter, let him go. That's Wesley." I say.

"You've been fucking her haven't you?" Peter says.

"Peter, no. He's just my roommate." I say.

"Nice to meet you too." Wesley says as Peter lets go of his arm.

"I'm sorry. I'm just a little protective is all." Peter says.

"A little? If that's your definition of little, I'm terrified to know your definition of big." Wesley says. I crack up laughing.