I combed through my raven hair to rid the knots that my curls have created over the days, I was staying in a hotel as I toured the city a bit before I decided on settling and choosing the university about 5 blocks from where I was staying. After pulling so much of my hair out and ridding my hair of the powerful knots I decided to walk down the hall and get some ice. I slid my petite feet into my nike slides and looked at my mismatch outfit in the mirror; bright pink running shorts and a navy and baby blue stripped ringer tee, defeated and too lazy to change I grabbed my phone, my key, and the ice bucket and headed down the hall. Too occupied with my cellphone I didn't notice a very muscular body had "jumped" in front of me until my face collided into their chest pushing my glasses right into my face. My head instantly began pounding from the impact of this person's chest and my glasses. I grumbled before looking this person in the eye to tell them off for not watching where they were going. My built up anger suddenly vanished as my chocolate brown eyes met their sparkly green eyes.
" I..I..uh. shit" I muttered before my lip started pulsing... you're telling me i busted my lip on his chest.. goddamn.
"Oh shit. are you okay?" His eyebrows furrowed, eyes filled with concern. No, dumbass, my lip is busted.
"Uh.. yeah listen i'm okay I wasn't... looking?" I lied. Well, about the 'i'm okay' part. He obviously wasn't convinced as he picked up the stupid ice bucket and grabbed my hand pulling me towards the direction of his room I'm guessing. He let go of my small hand before reaching into his front pocket pulling out a key card. I followed him inside and as he flipped the light switch I noticed a shitload of gift bags and posters cluttered in the corner of his room. He disappeared into the bathroom as I sat at the edge of the bed mentally kicking myself for not attempting to match and look decent. He returned with a wet rag and kneeled in front of me. He silently removed my glasses from my face revealing a gash at the bridge of my nose.
"Sorry about bumping into you, i was just attempting to get ice for my vodka." I shamefully spoke as he concentrated on cleaning my wounds. "Vodka." I laughed. "Telling a stranger I was going to drink away my night, nice one." I spoke to myself out loud. His lips curled into a small smile. I began studying his face. Brows that fit his face perfectly, the longest lashes I've ever seen that protected such piercing eyes, lips that curled at the end in a sort of Joker way, and a jawline that was chiseled to perfection. His forehead was slightly covered by his dark luscious hair and boy did he wear concentration perfectly.
"I'm Wes, by the way."
Wes. Wow. Thank you lord for ruining my face on this beautiful specimens chest.
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Vodka // Wesley Tucker
Fanfiction"Sorry about bumping into you, I was just attempting to get ice for my vodka." I shamefully spoke as he concentrated on cleaning my wounds. "Vodka." I laughed. "Telling a stranger I was going to drink away my night, nice one." I spoke to myself out...
