Fighting for Love

" I will never be good at this."

Wesley and Peter spent the ride talking about personal things and how they grew up. From what he said, Peter grew up a farmer. he grew crops and raised livestock....losing some along the way as most farmers do. He rode horses and even spent long sleepless nights taking care of sick animals. Him and his father had also went on many hay runs early in the morning. Peter also had some other less farmish and more.....basic life skill moments. He on some occasions cooked with his mom. he only did when his dad wasn't home. they often baked caked when they cooked or even sometimes made dinner. he and his mom also cleaned the house and went out to ice cream later. that would have continued but about three years ago his dad really cracked the whip and basically shoved the farm down his throat. with no choice He agreed and now helps with the farm....all the time.

wesley also talked about his personal life . this was a first time opening up to someone other than yvonne. He talked about how he is alone alot because of his parents. he told Peter about how his parents always fly for business and that he almost never sees them. he also talked about how he was an only child so he never really developed socializing skills until he met Yvonne. He talked about the many holidays were his grandparents would take him and his cousins to basically a family reunion and not see his parents. he also told how he struggles from depression and anxiety and how he tries to deal with it.

" wait you really have depression?"

"yeah, I really don't tell anyone but I feel like can trust you ."

" well yeah we're together you can trust me."

" that is good to here. Now there is good part. I haven't had like an anxiety attack or super depressed moment since......."

wesley froze in the middle of the sentence. he really did not want to tell him because he did not know if it was to forward.

" since........since what?"

" since.........I started texting you."

Peters face turned bright red. He tried to fight back a smile but it forced its way to the surface.

" ha seriously Peter you have to smile."

"well I tried to not smile but it forced its way here. "

Peter looked at him when they were at a stop light and wesleys eyes lit up.

" awwwwww you look so cute!"

"w-what?"

" you're blushing......like hardcore and you look so friggin cute."

Peter was speechless, so speechless in fact that wesley had to tell him the light was green. Peter was silent....almost love struck. no one has ever called his blushing cute.

" oh sorry it just that no one has ever said that before."

"well they should have because it was the cutest thing ever."

Peter looked away and focused on the road....as he should have been doing the whole time. Peter also fell silent again. peters silence for some unknown reason cracked wesley up. He laughed so hard that he had tears in his eyes. he continuosly wiped his eyes and took deep breathes but could not stop laughing......well, that was until he snorted. that one fateful snort shut wesley right up.on the other hand Peter started laughing.

" stop laughing I didn't mean to do it." wesley says with a smile and small chuckles.

" I hahahah willl never stop laughing......it was so cute."

" well if it was so cute why are you laughing?"

" I really don't know It is just so cute that I don't know what to do."

" I guess I am flattered haha I really don't know."

both were now laughing hysterically. so hard that peter almost had to pull over even though he probably should have at the start.

when Peter and wesley made it to mini golf the sun was setting and it was a bit chilly so the long sleeve shirts were a good choice. the two got out and went to the booth.....or small building that held the golf balls and putters. the two walked in and air conditioning hit them in the face making them shiver. Peter was the first to make it to the teenager who was behind the counter. he pulled out his wallet and paid before wesley could say anything. the teen processed the money and went to grab the stuff.

" Peter you really didn't have to pay for me."

"what? yes I did we're on a date and I'm the....."

Peter stopped talking because they never discussed who was the "man" of the relationship.wesley did a cocky look and crossed his arms. Peter gave a blank embarrased look as Wesley tilted his head to the side.

" you're the what peter."

" n-nothing."

" you're paying because you're man....I know what you were going to say. Which I agree with, because out of us two I am the more feminin one."

The teen came back with the putters and golf balls. He also came with some score cards and adorable little pencils. Peter took them,relieved that he broke the weird tension.

" so uh ,are you two on a date?"

Peter just looked at wesley and the guy and froze in his tracks.

" yes we are. first date actually." wesley managed to say between countless chuckles.

" I thought so."

" May I ask how?"

" oh well he,even though he just talked to me, has that really shy look. the way you look at each other. his face turns red when you look at him. Also I was kind of hoping you two were together. You look so cute together, now I have a boyfreind but if either of you were single and I knew you, I would hit on you."

Peter and wesley smiled and both felt fire in their cheeks.

"I know that I really don't know you guys but can I text you guys some time?"

without words wesley and Peter wrote down their numbers and walked out to the course.

" are you ready to be destroyed?"

"ya because I am not good at this.................I will never be good at this."