𝔸𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕥 𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 // Weston Koury

12:04

"He said it was just a drunk mistake." I told Sam, hugging a pillow to my chest.

We'd gotten back from the park earlier, and I'd spent some hours in my room by myself until Sam came to check on me and ask how the conversation went. We'd both sat down on my bed and I'd told him I felt gutted. 

"Awh, Anais. That's so messed up, i'm sorry." Sam said, pulling me into a hug. "You don't deserve this at all, you deserve someone consistent."

I sniffed into his shoulder. "I thought he liked me back..."
"So did I. I'm confused too, really." He said, pulling back.

"I don't know how I'm gonna move on from him, really. I just don't want to."

He gave me a sympathetic look. "And you're certain he doesn't like you back? You told him you're into him?"

"Uhh, I guess, I didn't exactly say that. But I pretty much did... I asked him why he doesn't kiss me when we're sober. I'm pretty sure that's implying that I want him to... " my voice trailed off with confusion as I recounted the conversation again in my head. "Ugh, this is stressful. I have a headache." I told him.

"Anais, I can't help but wonder if this situation could be sorted out with some forwards communication." He told me.
"I feel like i've been forwards." I said, looking down at my hands.
"But it's not always that simple, right? I mean, he could be nervous. And you might have not been as forwards as you think."
"I highly doubt he's nervous." I scoffed. "He's not a shy person."
"Sure, but he's less shy when you're not around, everyone sees that."

I blinked, looking at Sam. Maybe he had a point.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked me, and I nodded. 
"Yeah, yeah, I feel fine. I think I'm just gonna make some ramen and go to sleep, it's getting a little late."

Sam nodded, and we both left my room together. In the hallway, Weston was coming out of his room, too.
"Oh, hey guys." He said, awkwardly. He looked like he wanted to ask something, but didn't.

"If you wanna talk about anything, you can come by mine." Sam reassured me as he pulled on his jacket, before saying bye to Weston and heading out. 

"What was that about?" Weston asked, following me into the kitchen and leaning against the counter.

"I've just been a little stressed, Sam's been there for me. He's great." I replied, starting to make the ramen. "You want some of this?"
"I'm good, thanks. I didn't realise you were stressed, I'm sorry."
"It's all good, Weston, really."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"I don't think so." I said, after a moment.
"Is it about what we talked about at the park? Because-"
"I said no, Weston. I'm tired of talking right now, I've got a headache."

We were in silence for a moment as I finished up making the ramen and poured it into a bowl. As I went to grab a fork I glanced at Weston's face, which had a poorly disguised expression of sadness and concern on it. I felt bad.
"Shit, man, I'm sorry."
"Please, don't be." He told me, looking into my eyes. "I hope I haven't fucked everything up."
"No, really, you haven't." I said, unsure of what 'everything' was referring to at this point. Before thinking, I stepped forwards and hugged him. I felt him rest his chin on my head. I clutched onto the fabric of his oversized hoodie for a moment, breathing in deeply, before stepping back.

"I'm gonna eat this in my room." I told him, lifting up the bowl.
"Okay, I'll catch you in a bit, Anais." He smiled down at me.

I smiled back before leaving, and heading into my room. I picked a movie to watch to unwind and settled on Mid 90s, and by the time it was over and I took my bowl back to the kitchen to wash up, it was almost black outside the kitchen window.

I headed back to my room, changing into comfy shorts and a big t-shirt to sleep in, before brushing my teeth and hopping into bed, feeling a lot calmer than earlier. I turned off the lights and pulled the duvet up to my chin, waiting to start warming up. It was too cold.

As I lay awake, I stared at the ceiling and thought over the events of the day, my mind wandering back over the different conversations. I felt so grateful to have Sam in my life. 

My phone buzzed, and after a moment or two I reached over to my bedside table to look at the text.

.....

Weston: anais are you still awake?

I stared at the text, and after a couple seconds, another one appeared above it on my lockscreen. I glanced at the time, which read 12:04.

Weston: can i come to ur room?

I sat up and opened my phone to watched the three dots appear as he kept typing.

Weston: i have a lot on my mind i wanna see u

I paused before typing a response.

Anais: I'm awake
Anais: U can come by I GUESS...
Anais: Jk ofc ur welcome

Barely a minute later, the door to my room slowly creaked open, and Weston came in, closing the door behind him. 

He was in plaid pyjama pants and an old looking t-shirt, his glasses on and his hair all messed up. He looked gorgeous. I patted a spot beside me on my bed for him to sit down.

"Hi." He said quietly, coming over and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hi." I couldn't help but smile at his presence, my heartbeat suddenly so loud at the sight of him that I could feel it. He looked so pretty under the dim fairy lights.

"You don't really think that about me, do you?" He asked.
"Think what?" I asked, tilting my head.
"That I get drunk, and then want to... kiss you.. then I don't want to when i'm sober."

"I don't think that about you, that's actually what you do, Weston." I told him, flat out. I nervously laughed a little as I said it.

"But it's not that I don't want to." He said after an excruciating silence. "It's really not that."

"Weston, I know." I said. "I'm just really tired, right now."
"Okay, that's fine. Me too, really, I just wanted to kind of... clear the air between us. I felt weird about how things are. I can go now."

I swallowed. "Weston, you don't have to leave."

He smiled at me, his smile lighting up his face. I could've melted.

"Are you getting in or what, then." I said suddenly, just wanting to hold him.

He looked across my face to read for sarcasm for a moment, before pulling the duvet up and moving into the bed next to me. He took off his glasses and set them on my bedside table, and turned his torso to face me, a smile on his face.

"Can I hug you?" He asked.

As a response I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in towards me. His warm arms snaked around my torso in return, and he pulled me into his chest tightly.

I tangled my legs up in his, and pressed the side of my face against his, feeling the softness of the side os his face against mine. I closed my eyes.

It felt natural, sinking into him.