"I don't like the way those guys are looking at us."
Wes snorted. "Probably deciding whether to make a racist slur or a gay slur."
David laughed. "So, how's your break been?"
"It's the second day of it. But so far it's pretty good."
"You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"
"No, I'm not," Wes chuckled. "They're actually pretty cool so far. Okay, wait, so they have a cat, right? I wake up this morning and this cat is just lying across my chest, asleep. Like? What? Do I wake it up, or just wait?"
They both laughed. "I'd say it's a privilege if a cat lies on you. What'd you end up doing?"
"It woke up before I decided. So I guess I wai–" Wes cut himself off, looking down a street they were passing.
"Wes?" David asked, following his gaze. There was a house that had an official-looking car out in front of it.
He didn't respond, walking over to the house. He paused, speaking when a man walked out of it. "Excuse me? What exactly is going on here?"
The man hardly spared him a glance. "None of your business, kid. Go... I don't know, go do whatever you were doing."
Wes cleared his throat. "Perhaps I should introduce myself. Wesley Montgomery."
David suddenly realized that this must be Wes's old house. He looked over at it, trying to imagine what the inside looked like.
"My apologies. We're attempting to get the coppery scent out of the basement."
Wes nodded, looking towards the house. "If the information helps you at all, it's not copper, it's blood."
"That is actually helpful." He sounded surprised, and a bit sad. "Thank you."
Wes merely nodded to him and walked back over to David.
"Are you allowed to go inside?" David asked.
"Yeah, but not now, because they're working. Technically I own the house." Wes's professional demeanor had dropped.
David hummed, wrapping his arm around Wes's waist. "It's so weird, how you do that."
"How I do what?"
"An adult shows up and you disappear behind a wall of politeness and professionalism. Then they leave and the wall falls back down again like nothing happened. You go from Wes to Wesley Montgomery in the blink of an eye."
Wes nodded. "Yeah, I can see that. But it's not just adults, it's also people I don't know or don't feel comfortable around. There's, like, one adult I feel that comfortable around."
"Who?" David asked curiously.
"Mrs. Webster. Who else?" Wes asked jokingly.
David laughed. "Well, I hope I can add two more to that list, or nearly on that list. What do you say to dinner at my house on Friday?"
Wes paused, falling half a step behind David. He quickly caught up. "You want me to meet your parents?"
"If you feel up to it, I know you've got a lot of stuff going on right now. But, yeah, I do want you to meet them. And I want them to meet you."
He smiled. "I'll be there."
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Back To Our Roots, Book One
FanfictionThad hasn't had the easiest life. It doesn't help that he's been called a 'she' for most of it. After attempting to end it, he enrolls in Dalton Academy. Meeting an old friend whose life he saved without knowing it, his old friend's boyfriend who i...
