Allergic to Roses

McDonald's

"Wes, come on!" I called, "I'm your best friend!"

"You're not fucking coming in!" He shouted from the other side of the door. It's been three hours since the closet incident and I've been coaxing Wesley to come out from his room in our apartment. He hasn't budged.

"I'll bake you cookies if you come out!" I said quietly.

I heard a scraping sound, and a few slams before the click in the lock popped and the door creaked open a slight crack. I saw one of Wesley's eyes pop out and a little bit of his messy brown hair.

I peered past him into the room and saw that all the furniature was misplaced. My eyes widened, "did you barracade the door with your furniature?" I asked incrediously.

He grinned sheepishly, "maybe a little bit. Are you going to make me cookies?"

I smiled, "you can't stay mad at me for long!"

He rolled his eyes and swung the door open before tackling me into a giant hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his wrapped around my waist, pressing me to him.

"I'm so sorry," I said to the crook of his neck and I felt the vibrations from his laughter.

"I forgive you. I knew you wouldn't do that with him, you're too good for him Ley." I smiled a pulled away, his words warming my heart. "But I still want those damn cookies."

"You'll get your damn cookies, cupcake," I teased.

He grabbed my hand as we were walking into the kitchen, and he laced our fingers together.

I couldn't help but overthink it, do friends hold hands like this? Ever since the "almost kissing incident" I've been wary around Wesley, but he acted like nothing was wrong, so I just went with it.

22 HOURS LATER

"There's no way I'm wearing that." I told Jordan, who was busy playing dress up with me.

She was going on a date with Duncan, and she wanted me to tag along "just in case".

I was standing in her bedroom with a combined twenty dresses from mine, Ainsley, and Jordan's closets. Jordan and Ainsley had already done my makeup, and right now I had on a strapless violet dress that was covered in sequins, "I'm pretty sure you wore that to a bat mitzvah in eigth grade, you just didn't have any shelf," Wesley told me, walking in the room and sitting on the edge of Jordan's bed.

I laughed, "Wesley, you can't make boob jokes."

I saw him shrug in the mirror. I grabbed a red dress off the top of the pile and slipped into the bathroom while Jordan was too preoccupied adding finishing touches to her hair to realize I was gone.

The next one I put on wasn't as sparkly, and had a sweetheart neckline with a tight bodice that flowed out a little at the bottom and ended mid-thigh.

"No." Jordan and Wesley said simultaneously as I stepped into the room.

I groaned and picked another one, black this time, off the bed. Shrugging the other one off, I slipped the black body-con on. It had lace sleeves that reached my wrists and a scoop neck line with a super open back.

I stepped out and Jordan clapped while Wesley wolf whistled, "if you weren't my best friend I'd do you right now."

I rolled my eyes at him and heard Jordan snicker. I threw on one of Wesley's old camo jackets on top of the dress and rolled up the sleeves before slipping my feet into some heels. I glanced at my hair in the mirror, a high but stylish ponytail and decided that I didn't care how I looked.