Wes Tucker One Shots

Your First Date

You had met this guy on Tinder named Wesley Tucker, and today you were going to meet for the first time. You are terrified. What if he doesn't like you? What if he doesn't think you're pretty enough? What if he ditches you? What if you have a panic attack? What if your car breaks down?

Your mind is racing with all the illogical things that could go wrong. 

You are putting on your makeup while you text your friend and she tries to calm you down by telling you how 'everything is going to be fine' and how 'you're beautiful, he's gonna love you'.

By the time you are finally ready and get in your car, you are 90% sure your lunch is working it's way back up, but that's okay, you're headed to an art museum, you can say it's a work of art. A masterpiece made by your stomach.

When you finally get to the art museum, you see a guy standing by the door who look like Wesley from Tinder.

"Are you Wesley?" You ask him.

"Are you Y/N?" He asks back.

"Yeah."

"Well in that case, yes." He says.

You make a weak laugh at his shitty joke, but stop in order to keep your lunch in it's rightful place.

"So," He starts, "I thought we could get something to eat at the cafe inside before we start, because I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

You weren't sure you wanted any food, but you accepted anyway. You could hold down a salad... You hoped.

Once you had forced down a few bites of lettuce drenched in ranch, you felt yourself loosing up, your stomach included. He seemed like he actually liked you, he was already joking with you, jokes that were much better than the one when he introduced himself. 

"So are you ready to go see some art?" He asked.

"I think I'm already looking at some." You responded, ashamed of yourself.

He glared at you, "We're on a date already, you don't need to use terrible pick up lines on me."

You laughed, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

You both walked through the halls, admiring the art work that you both agreed neither of you would ever be able to make anything near as good.

"I can draw stick figures and sculpt a piece of shit." He said, looking a an intricate Roman statue.

"I can draw an eye... And sculpt a sphere." You say, trying to one up him.

By the time you reach the second floor, you get yourselves kicked out for being loud. And as you leave, you both feel artistically inadequate.

"That was really fun." You pant, seeing as you both were just running around the art museum, yelling across the rooms. 

"Yeah, too bad we're never aloud back." he laughs.

"I can't believe we just did that." You start laughing so hard it hurts.

You see tears in his eyes from laughing, "I am so down for a second date."

"Me too."