In a weak attempt to run from her past, Valley moves away from home after she graduates high school. She keeps to herself in this new small town like she plans and she thinks she is doing fine this way. That is until she comes across a boy who won't...
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This was the second time this week Wes offered to pick me up after my class only to forget me. Today, I waited in the nearest building for thirty minutes, pointlessly calling Wes to find out where he was before I gave up and called myself a taxi.
Seething, I unlocked the apartment. I threw my bag down against the wall and stormed down the hall ready to rip his head off his shoulders, but the second I stepped toe in the living room, all of my anger was forgotten at the sight of Wes sprawled out on his stomach on the couch. The lights were off in the apartment but he had the tv on, illuminating the room in different hues of blue and casting odd shadows. I switched on a lamp and picked up the remote to turn it off before I walked up to the couch and sat on my heels near his head.
To anyone else, he probably would have looked like a mess with his face pressed against the couch cushion, his lips puckered out, his hair everywhere, and his arm hanging off the side, dragging on the floor. To me, though, he looked adorable, like a lazy cat you want to cuddle with but don't want to disturb. He was more like a puppy, though, annoyingly affectionate.
He looked so relaxed like that. I wasn't sure how long he'd been sleeping there but he'd have a crick in his neck if he didn't get up soon. I sighed, wiping away his hair and kissing his forehead gently. "Come one, sweetie, wake up," I ran my hand up and down his bicep.
"Mmm," he hummed, bringing his arm up to scratch his cheek before he peeked his eyes open to look at me. I gently ran my nails down his cloth-covered back, feeling his muscles flex under my fingertips. He grinned sleepily as he brought his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me in for a chaste kiss.
"I should be mad at you," I said as I pulled away, "but I'm not."
"Mmm, why would you be mad- Oh shit," his head shot up to look at me.
"Maybe because you forgot me again," I grumbled irritably.
"Babe, I'm so sorry." He sat up, resting his elbows on his knees so he was hunched down to look at me sitting between his legs. He brought his hand to the side of my neck. "I was ready to leave but I had fifteen minutes so I sat down and I guess I-"
I shook my head at his explanation, not caring any longer. He was wearing his shoes so clearly, he was prepared to leave, he just fell asleep.
"I promise I didn't forget again. I'm sorry," he pleaded with a hand on the side of my neck and the other already massaging my hand as he so often did.
"What have I told you about apologizing?" I grabbed his hand that rested on my neck and kissed his knuckles hoping my words would ring true and my anger would fully dissipate. I stood up. "It doesn't matter anyway, I called a taxi." I tugged at his hands for him to stand with me. "Why haven't you been sleeping, hmm?" I brought my hand to his cheek and tilted his head in the light. He had dark bags under his eyes and his eyelids were droopy like he was struggling to keep them open at all.
