New Boy {W.T}

Chapter 27

After our conversation, we went to the Pond to feed the ducks - regardless of whether or not that's actually allowed.

"They're so cute, look Wes!"

I said excitedly as I saw a momma duck and her ducklings walk across the parking lot.

He laughed and stared at me.

"You're cute." He laughed once more.

This boy knew exactly how to tug on my heart strings.

"I know." I said sassily, while bowing.

I was giving the ducks bread, really close to the water when I felt two, strong hands push me, then immediately grab me again.

"Wes, you ass. Not funny." I got mad.

"You should have seen your face, cmon, how're you gonna tell me that wasn't funny?"

He got closer to me while I tried to walk away from him and remain feeding the ducks.

"Funny for you, not me. You're such an ass sometimes." I really do get pissed easily.

I started walking back into the car, getting into one of my moods where everything annoys me. I heard his heavy footsteps chasing after me.

He grabbed my wrist and left me with no choice other than to look at him.

"Look, I'm sorry Nikki. I was being an asshole and I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

I scoffed but accepted his apology.

I walked away from him.

"Nikki, where are you going?"

"To feed the ducks, what we came here for? Duh?" I said as if it were obvious and he was inside my head.

"Give me some bread." He demanded, as I passed him a small chunk of bread.

He threw the bread out hesitantly and watched attentively as all the ducks waddled to that one area to each get a piece of that bread.

We didn't talk for a while, and continued to pass out bread until it was all gone.

"I wanna swing." I said once we were done.

"Anything you wish."

I ran to the swings while he followed behind.

I sat down on one and he sat next to me, kicking the mulch at his feet.

"I miss when things were this simple." He said

"What do you mean? Swinging?"

"Swinging is kinda like associated with kids, I miss how easy things were as a kid. No one warned me that growing up is so hard. When I was little, my only care was what my mom packed in my lunch box,"

He looked up for a brief second, then returned to kicking the pieces of wood at his feet,

"Now, everything it seems like is a worry. People leave, and I can't handle them leaving. Change is scary, things in my life right now are constantly changing."

I sat there and listened, agreeing with every word.

"Ya know, I'm scared I'm gonna lose you Wesley, I really am, and I really can't."

He grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together.

"That's something you'll never have to worry about, lil nik. I'm too attached to you and dependent on you to lose you. You know Sarah tried to help me tonight, but all I wanted was you? You have a way of just instantly calming me. In the worst of my moments, I see your face and I feel okay again." He said.

"I feel the same way." I agreed.

He smiled weakly at me and looked down.

"Look, I know you're going through tough shit right now, but it gets better. I promise."

I leaned over and placed a gentle, soft kiss upon his cheek, immediately after I felt him clench and then unclench his jaw.

I then held out my pinky for him to interlock his within mine and repeated the word,

"Promise."

This time, HE leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, I closed my eyes and took it in and try to savor the feeling of his lips on my forehead.

"I don't want to go home, can I stay with you? Will your mom mind?" I asked nervously.

"Not if she THINKS you're there for Sarah." He showed me his famous smirk.

I got up and held out my hand to help him up.

Once he was up I wrapped my arm around his waist and he hung his arm loosely around my shoulders.

We walked all the way into the car and then drove home in silence.

We walked in the doorway of his house and it looked like Sarah was already asleep, so we just went straight up to wes' room.

"Here."

He handed me a shirt and some pants of his to wear.

I put them on and felt at ease when his familiar scent filled my nose. I love the way he smells.

When I was done getting changed, he was already in his bed, laying down on his phone.

"I have to flurry, David said. Is that alright? You don't have to be in it." He checked with me.

"Naw, I'll be in it. It's okay."

He opened the broadcasting app and I watched in astonishment how quickly the broadcast flooded with viewers,

And I couldn't help but think; over 600 people watching, would die to be in my position, and I got as lucky to be his best friend, here with him. Right here. Right now. I got to be the person he confides in, or goes to when he's sad.

I get to comfort him, and be with him. I get to be the reason for his laughs. As stupid as it sounds, I get to be important enough to have the privilege of being able to fight with him.

And in that moment, I had never felt more lucky to know someone.

Wesley Tucker - the best art there is.