Allergic to Roses

Claustrophobic

From Mimi: hey are you and your friends free today, i'd love to give you guys that tour!! <3

To Mimi: that sounds great! your the best mimi!

From Mimi: i know (; meet me in starbucks at 12?

To Mimi: we'll be there xoxo

From Mimi: thats fab! see ya then girly

To Mimi: :* see ya

From Mimi: <3

"Who's Mimi?" Wesley asked from over my shoulder.

"Spying isn't good," I told him.

I felt him shrug next to me. We were watching Les Miserables at 10 AM because neither of us wanted to sleep anymore and we didn't want to make breakfast because Ainsley and Jordan weren't awake yet. I was resting on his shoulder and our legs were tangled together in the sheets.

It was an awful movie, I'm sorry, and I kept trying to sneak the remote from out of Wesley's pockets, but he wouldn't give it to me.

"Ley, stop! We're not switching it," he commanded.

I huffed, "fine. I won't tell you who Mimi is then."

He suddenly pounced over to my bed, shifted so he was on top of me, his weight crushing my small body, "Wes! What the hell!"

His pink lips curled up in a wicked smirk and his forehead was centimeters away from mine.

I started to feel my heart rate picking up as he came even closer, "why are you nervous?" He asked, his hot breath tickling my face.

I tried to slow my breathing, "I'm not."

"I can tell when you're lying, Ley," he told me, his brown eyes staring into mine.

Up this close I realized that his eyes had pretty specks of green in them, catching the small light in the corner of the room and glittering a little.

I felt a piece of my hair fall out of place from my bun, and it was itching the side of my face. He saw my attempt at blowing it away, since my arms were stuck underneath me, and he gently brushed his finger against my forehead, tucking it behind my ear. His fingers felt rough against my skin, and I felt my skin heat up as he grazed my forehead.

I strangely had a sense of déjà-vu to being with Axel, but it went as soon as it had come.

"Do I make you nervous, Harley?" He asked me, his mouth nearing mine.

I couldn't form words, and I mentally scolded myself for conforming into one of those girls who get tongue tied by guys easily.

"No," I chocked out, my voice cracking slightly at the end.

His smirk returned and he came even closer, his eyes occasionally flicking to my lips.

Oh, no.

"I think I do," he said. I tried to focus on anything besides his full lips. The scar above his eyebrow, the thin, paper white slash that he got from hitting a table, the small freckles on the tip of his nose from the sunshine, his thick black eyelashes that were framing his beautiful brown eyes.

Beautiful? Harley, Wes' your best friend! You can't call his eyes beautiful!

I listened to my inner voice when I realized that my best friend in the world was going to kiss me, "Wes-"

"Are you guy- am I interrupting something?" Jordan stumbled in, short polka dot pajama bottoms and neon pink sports bra showing.

Wesley slowly rolled over, off me and to the side of the bed, his eyes never once leaving mine.