It was the day after the golf cart race video when Joven got a chance to kick Wes's ass, metaphorically of course.
"Dude I just wanted to mess with you,"Wes said.
"Well you did a great job embarassing me,"Joven said lightly.
Wes chuckled.
"See you man,"Joven said.
"Yeah, see ya,"Wes answered.
Embarrased? Wes actually liked Joven's singing. And singing about him? Well, that made his heart race. What am I thinking?! No, no I don't love him, I just appreciate him. I can't think like this, Joven will hate me, they'll all hate me. I'll be kicked off of Smosh Games.Wes let his hair fall, covering his eyes which were now filling with tears.
Joven contemplated the silly little song on his way to the store. Just a song, right? A meaningless little parody. So why do I keep thinking about it? Why? I don't REALLY love Wes, do I? Sure, we live together, and we're friends. But that's it, just friends. So why do I think this way? Why do I want to run my fingers through his long brown hair? Why is it that when I wish to cuddle with someone at night, I instantly think of Wes?
When Joven got home, Wes wiped his tears and helped him carry in the grocieries. Joven could see Wes's red eyes, but chose not to point anything out. Wes's hand brushed against Joven's by accident, and Wes pulled away immediately, looking defensive.
"Hey man, are you okay,"Joven asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine,"Wes answered,"Why do you ask?"
"You just seem a little upset,"Joven said.
Wes said nothing and simply walked off to his room. Joven grabbed him by the wrist. Wes lost control: he pulled Joven close and kissed him hard on the lips. Once he came to his senses, Wes pulled away, leaving Joven in a daze. Wes immediatly ran to his room and started packing his things.
Joven stood at the door.
"What are you doing,"Joven demanded.
"Leaving,"Wes answered, nearly crying,"I..I'm sorry. I just...I'm really sorry."
"Don't be,"Joven said.
Joven approached Wes and grabbed his hands.
"Y..you're not mad?"Wes asked.
"Of course not,"Joven answered.
"This is...I've...I like you,"Wes studdered.
"I know,"Joven said,"I like you too."
Joven ran his fingers through Wes's hair, like he's wanted to do for such a long time, and Wes smiled.
"Does this mean..."
"I don't know what it means,"Joven said honestly.
"What about Ian and Anthony, and the others? What will they think?"
And Joven kissed Wes, kissed him hard, and leaned him against his bed. Wes felt a surge of excitement throughout his body. Both of thier hearts were racing. It was the best kiss either of them ever had.
"I guess we'll just take it one step at a time."
