Wesley

Workout

Aaliyah

"I missed you" I hug Lorenzo, crying into his chest.

"What's wrong, love?" he wraps his arms around me.

As goofy as he is, Lorenzo is the one to go to when you have mental breakdowns and need a friend.

"Am I needy? Yknow... with Wes?" I pull back.

"What?" he laughs, hands on my arms. "Wes is always picking you up and kissing you! You're both needy for each other"

"He's just being a douche" the ends of my lip curl down. "Ever since Tanner left he went completely rude, saying I never give him space and shit. That I always need to touch him"

"But he loves you touching him? Gonna be real, Parker and I always catch you guys with your hands in your shirts or pants, but he's always smiling"

"I told him that!"

"Did someone say something to him?"

"Well he was shirtless in the kitchen and we were kinda sorta having a make out session on the island-"

"Remind not to eat off there again-"

"And mom and Tanner walked in at the wrong time. Wes left because he didn't wanna be a burden... I don't know if his insecurities are acting up or not" I let out a breath. "He's all of a sudden on a diet"

"Oh that's bs! He hasn't been on his diets since like what, two months ago? I'll talk to him-"

"No, I wouldn't even bother with him. I just wanted someone to vent to" I wrap my noodle arms around him.

"I'm sorry, Aaliyah. Something's obviously wrong with him because he never goes off on you. Ever. The whole five years you've been together, he's never done anything like this so it's odd how all of a sudden you guys get caught and he's acting like this" he rubs my back.

"Lorenzo?" I hear Wes.

We turn to him.

"Hey man" Lorenzo says, holding my crying self.

"W-why are you holding her?"

"Someone has to" Lorenzo says in stern.

"Well if you can y'know, let go of her?" Wes stands tall at his full height.

He does that often when he's jealous.

"N-"

"Thank you for coming over" I let go of Lorenzo. "But I got it"

"I'll stay near" he whispers, kissing my head before leaving.

I look down at my feet and Wes walks to me. "Can we talk?" he lifts my chin up. The tears don't hold back, I'm a whole ass waterfall. "Fuck" he hugs me tightly. "I fucking hate myself so much for saying the shit I said. I was so fucking mad at myself that I gave Tanner a bad impression and now he hates me. I didn't have my shirt on, he probably thinks I'm some fucked up fuckboy who's using you for my own pleasure. I hate myself so much, A. I hate the way I look, my body, my hair, my face, my eyes, everything. I hate showing off my body to anyone but you and the guys, yeah it's been five years, but I'm always gonna have that fucking voice in my head" he lets go of me to grab a glass cup, slamming it against the wall, some glass flying our way. I squeal and jump to the side. "I fuck up all the time! That's all I do! And I can't do anything about it besides getting worse and worse!" he throws another cup. "I'm so fucking sorry-"

"Stop Wes!" I shout as more glass slides towards us.

"I'm so sorry" he looks up at the ceiling.