The Preppy and the Tramp (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 17

"I accept you, every single thing that makes you who you are, from now until the end of time."
~The Fosters
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"So, he actually said it?" Cecilia asked eating out of the bag of sour cream and cheddar chips I brought her from Elvis's house. She was dressed in a skirt and love sleeve v-neck but she had let legs hanging over the couch, basically going against all skirt wearing rules.

"Yeah."

"Loud and clear?" She asked looking at me with a skeptical look. I felt the blush return to my face as I told her this for the hundredth time.

"Yep."

"Trust me, you don't want to mistake those, this dude one time said when he was about-"

"I'm home!" Roger yelled from the other side of the hallway, I thanked the lord I wouldn't have to hear what Cecilia was about to say. For a 15 year old, she's got a lot of experience.

"Thank the lord." I muttered out loud and ate out of my very own bag of salt and vinegar chips. Roger slapped Cecilia's legs down and jumped onto the couch instead of joining me on the floor, leaning against the coffee table.

"Are we having a little sleepover?" He asked throwing off his car grease filled jacket. I watched as it flew across the room, zoning out as Cecilia filled Roger in. "Damn, like the actual words? Where's Prince Charming now?"

"Prince Charming?" I asked with a sarcastic laugh. Roger rolled his eyes and threw a chip at me.

"You know who I'm talking about." He said and looked around some more. "And where's the monster you guys call a pet?"

"Daniel?" Cecilia asked, her mouth filled with chips.

"Unattractive. That was just disgusting." Roger said with a disgusted face and turned to me for an answer. I thought back to when Elvis dropped me off with Daniel in the car, I was about to take Daniel but Elvis told me he'd need company since I was gone and Wesley was out with her 7 year old crew.

"With Prince Charming, having a spa day or something. I honestly think Daniel loves him more than me because that family just loves to baby him." I said laughing and thought back to Thanksgiving where Daniel had his paw nails painted and a sweater on.

"Funny. So what are we going to do? The parents are gone for the weekend." Roger said walking to the VCR. "What movie?"

Cecilia and I looked at each other, knowing the time we played twenty questions and got the same favorite movie. The only real movie I've actually seen after all the years on the street or in some broken home.

"Ace Ventura!"

I woke up to the sound of a knocking on the door. Looking around, I noticed that Cecilia was hanging off the couch, practically falling off. Roger was laying face down on the floor with beer bottles surrounding him.

Making my way past Roger, I grabbed a beer bottle and made my way to the door. Slowly I unlocked the door and prepared to hit the person just in case. But it was actually Wesley.

"Wesley? What the hell are you doing out here? How did you ge-" I started to ask but realized she was soaking wet and it was raining outside. "Come inside."

Turning on the lights did the trick to wake up the siblings, Cecilia ended up falling on top of Roger.

"Fuck." Roger groaned but looked up and saw Wesley. "Sorry for my language. Wait, why is there a little girl in the house?"

"Roger! That's Elvis's sister, remember? From the dinner party? Wesley was it?" Cecilia asked standing in front of her, she took her hands gently and smiled. "Let's Get you warmed up before we start asking any questions? Yes?"

Wesley nodded and allowed Cecilia to guide her to the kitchen. Roger went somewhere and came back with a fluffy looking towel. I followed him into the kitchen and saw Cecilia start to pull out a pan.

"You do it." Cecilia said once she noticed Roger. The brother came to her side and started to pour stuff into the pan. Cecilia slid the towel around Wesley's shoulders, wrapping her up.

The food was made within an instant and I still couldn't think of a reason Wesley was here so late. Cecilia would kill me if I started to ask her questions now, so this time is killing me.

"Is it good?" Roger asked gathering the plate. For the first time since she got here, Wesley finally showed some life by nodding her head and hummed a yes.

"Where's Elvis?" My mouth spilled out, not being able to hold it in anymore. Cecilia looked at me with a glare but didn't say anything, just stayed by her side. Roger leaned against the kitchen doorframe. There wasn't actually a door though.

"I don't know." Wesley muttered. I nodded my head, she doesn't know.

"What do you mean?" I asked, I ran a hand threw my hair, flipping it over to the other side.

"I went home and he wasn't there. He left a sticky note on the fridge saying he was going to go out for a bit and it was going to be a surprise. But you guys can see the time, six hours isn't a bit and I didn't know where to go. So I went to Elvis's room and fetched out his address book and found your address and phone number and came here. By car, obviously, and yeah. So I don't know what to do or if I should call the police or-"

Roger stepped off of the wall he was leaning against and walked in front of Wesley, taking a hold of her hands. It seemed like that was all it took for Wesley to throw herself into Roger's open arms. Her sobs filled the room, my own eyes started to tear, I saw Cecilia's eyes turn red as well with tears.

"Shh, mama, it's going to be okay." Roger comforted her. I took Cecilia into my arms, giving her a side hug as we watched the scene fold out.

"What are we going to do?" Cecilia asked in Spanish. I looked down at her and over at Wesley.

"I don't know, but I just want Elvis." I whispered and kissed the top of her head.

Elvis.

Where the hell are you?

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Nothing really happened today since I'm only five hours in when I finished writing this but yeah. Just woke up.

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