The Psychology Project

Wes Weston was not having a good day. Maybe it was the fact the he stepped in a puddle this morning and got his socks wet. Maybe it was his lunch being squashed by a football during gym. Most likely though, it was the fact that Lancer had paired him with fucking Danny Fenton for a month long Phycology project.

Warning: Mature Language

This is definitely a Danny x Wes fic so if you're uncomfortable with boy x boy I recommend turning back now.