A Phantom of a Truth

Chapter Thirteen

Wes had absolutely no clue on what to do when it came to Danny.

At first, they agreed to keep as much distance from each other as humanly possible without completely avoiding each other. Whatever was going on with Danny's core and Wes (with their luck) was probably not good. That, and they just simply had no idea what was going on. So logically, avoiding contact and each other (to a reasonable degree) was a good idea and would more likely than not benefit their health.

And for a couple days they did. But in the end, they just couldn't help it.

They were pulled to each other like fly's to honey. That they subconsciously, against all logic and reasoning, go were the other was. Numerous times Danny or Wes would find themselves going to places that they never bothered to go before only to find that the other was there, as if with out even knowing themselves, that they were waiting. As if a invisible string tied them together and pulled them back in no matter how much they tried to distance themselves from each other.

Like the library incident, for example.

(flashback)

It was a day or so, after Wes's first tutoring session with him and Wes decided to do what he always did in his spare time. Go to the library. As Wes ran his hands over the spines of the books on the grey shelves (a habit that every avid reader seemed to posses) he suddenly stopped as he heard a familiar voice and static ran through him.

"Wes? What are you doing here?"

Wes turned to see no other than Danny Fenton. Then he turned back to the books and searched for the number that was on a sheet of paper that was on his hand "reading. I wanted to see if they had the sequel in yet of a book of mine." Wes turned back at him to ask the same question only to see Danny make a face.

"You read in your spare time?! I should of known, you seem like the type."

Wes's eyes widen "and you... don't?"

Danny replied with a shrug "No. I don't have anything against people who do but-"

"This won't do."

Danny blinked "... I'm sorry, what?"

Wes grabbed his hand ignoring the surge of static and Danny's protest as he proceeded to drag him across the library. "You. Not reading. Won't do. If were going to be friends of any kind, you have to read. I already know just the book for you!" 

Needless to say, by the end of the day Was had successfully turned Danny into a fellow bibliophile.

(end Flashback)

Or the time at the Mall. A few weeks ago.

(Flashback)

Wes hated it there. Unless he absolutely had to go there, he would avoid the place like the plague.

It was too crowded, too loud, and too many unwelcoming face's from school. It had too many social rules, too many expectations. It had too much going on and yet not enough.

To Wes, he might as well be going to school. Minus the education uses and benefits. Mall? More like hell.

And yet, here he was.

He didn't even know why. One minuet he was out walking to the park then the next thing he knew he was in the Mall's arcade. Wes scoffed and couldn't help but think wirily to himself that of course he would end up here.