3,000 Miles

Chapter 4

I trod down the stairs, slowly, not wanting to fall. I get to the bottom of the steps to see Wesley and my father deep in conversation. Wesley sees me in the corner of his eye, and he turns slowly as his face lights up with a smile, reveling those dimples I so adored.

"You look perfect." he whispers, not taking his eyes off me.

After a few moments he shakes himself out of his daze and extends his arm to me.

"Your carriage awaits, my love." I take his arm and we walk together to a limo he had rented for tonight.

We sat quietly in the limo, but ever so often I could see Wesley looking at me from the corner of my eye.

I decided to look back.

"What is it?" I asked

"I want to remember tonight, forever." he smiled

"I have a feeling I will" I shot back "all thanks to you"

"Hey" he said, "that's what bestfriend are for!"

Bestfriends

His words stung like fire. Is that all Id ever be to him? Is that all he'd ever see in me? I wished for a time when we could be more. when I could finally hold him like I wanted to, and feel him next to me.

But I couldn't think about that now, it was prom night, and nothing could ruin it, because tonight, he was mine

When we finally arrive at the school I see all the other couples and my heart skips a beat. I was nervous and I didn't know why. Maybe it was my hair. was it too flashy? Maybe it was my dress. was it too big? I knew Wesley could sense my distress, he grabs my hand,

"You're perfect." he whispers before hopping out of the car and running to open my door.

"Why thank you Mr.Ashworth, how thoughtful" I teased

When we got to the entrance they made us stop to take pictures. Wesley and I didn't approve of the normal 'prom pose' everyone else was doing, so we faked the pose, but broke into our own pose at the last minute. We weren't the normal couple, so why do a normal pose? We threw up our rock and roll signs and stuck out our tongues.

After completely frustrating the photographer we decided to go in and mingle. We met up with Wesley's band buddies, Landon, Conner, and Seth .I wondered if they were mad at Wesley for giving up the gig, but if they were, they didn't show it.

The five of us danced around and sang our favorite songs.looking completely ridiculous, but Every care, and every worry I had felt, melted away.

A slow song started to play and I turned to Wesley excitedly. I was confused when he grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the crowd.

"Come with me, there's something I need to show you" he said

"Right now?" I questioned "can't it wait?"

"Trust me, cover your eyes"

I did as he said and covered my eyes, his hand led me away from the crowd and out of the gym.

He positioned me in one spot.

"Ok, open your eyes!" he exclaimed.

A garden of roses, red and pink surrounded a white gazebo decorated with twinkling lights that have it a romantic, magical feel. It was just like the movies, no , it was better. Wesley extended his hand as he bowed to me. I giggled as I curtsied back and took his hand. He led me to the gazebo and wrapped one arm around my waist and the other held my hand. I could hear the music quietly in the background and was thankful that it's blaring sound wouldn't ruin the moment. I placed my free hand on his arm, and my head on his shoulder. He laid his head next to mine and began to sing as we swayed. I closed my eyes as I listened to Wesley sing, trying to soak in every moment of this.

This moment was much more than I hoped and more than I dreamed. I had him in my arms, and whether he wanted to just be friends or not didn't matter right now because in this moment he was there and he was mine, for how long I didn't know, but I wanted to stay in my play-pretend as long as I could.

We stayed in the garden, still swaying long after the song had ended. we stayed to so long that when we walked back into the gym, almost everyone had already gone home. When Wesley went to get the driver and I stayed to wait at the door. A girl in a short, skimpy pink dress I had never seen before came to me

"I saw you and Wesley in the garden, do you like him or something? because you can't like your bestfriend, it's just wrong!" she flipped her hair and strutted away.

What? I thought. Who was she? why did she say those things? But more importantly, was she right? was it wrong to like my bestfriend? Maybe it was, maybe he didn't like me back and I was making a fool of myself for trying. I decided then, I wouldn't like Wesley, it was foolish of me to think of us as anything more than friends, But not liking someone like Wesley was hard to do.