Part 12

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There's something 'bout the girl next door

Something that I can't ignore

She got me like 'Ooh'

She got me like 'Ooh'

There's something 'bout the girl next door

Something that I can't ignore

She got me like 'Ooh'

She got me like 'Ooh'

Now I'm at your door (knock, knock, knock)

Now we're on the floor, you on (top, top, top)

We can be one body, come on let's (rock, rock, rock)

I'm dreaming, I'm feenin' like (ooh, ooh, ooh)

I've seen you with no makeup (ooh, ooh, ooh)

So stoked that you're my neighbour (ooh, ooh, ooh)

So close I can almost taste you and I can't get you out my mind and I can't get you out

i study the lyrics closely, my eyebrows furrowing before i look from the computer screen up to Wesley.

'this cant all be about me, we've never had sex on the floor with me on top, in fact.. i've never been on top' i shrug, he rolls his eyes, pushing himself up from the table he was leaning back against.

'clearly some of the song is just made up lyrics to fill it in so it could actually be a song, you left before i had enough to finish it' he shrugs, i sigh. 'im sorry' i whisper, he shrugs once more. 'we're here now aren't we, how about we dont dwell on the past, yea?' he smiles, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my cheek.

i nod in agreement, 'i'd very much like that' i grin. he nods before walking away, sitting on his lounge as his small white dog jumps up beside him. 'its a good song though, dont get me wrong!' i add, hearing him chuckle in reply.

'thanks, babe' he almost whispers. my heart races at the pet name before i shake off the thought and continue to read the rest of the lyrics before abandoning the computer and walking over, sitting on the other side of Wes, His puppy curled up on his opposite side.

he smiles, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his side. he flicks the tv on, both of us watching it in a peaceful silence.

'what are we?' Wes questions. i lift my head, my eyes meeting his as soon as i look up. 'what do you mean?' i ask, 'well.. what are we.. like.. i dont know how to put this!' he groans, running his hand over his face.

'as in.. together?' i smile slightly, he nods his head before dropping his hand, brown eyes meeting my own. 'i dont know..' i shrug, glancing down to his lips for a few seconds before my eyes slowly trail back up to his eyes.

'are we?' i smirk, he smiles back, leaning forward and pecking my lips. 'i love you. be with me?' he asks, i nod before pressing my lips to his once more. 'of course' i mumble into the kiss, both of us smiling into it.

*Wesley's POV*

i smiled as Chloe's body fell down beside mine on my bed, letting out a breath before she turns her head to smile at me. i grin before, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before picking up her hand and beginning to play with it mindlessly in one of my hands.

'how was school.. after i left?' she asks, i shrug slightly. 'boring as hell, it honestly sucked and i almost stopped going but my father would have kicked my ass' i chuckled, her smiling with me as she nods gently.

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