Fighting for Love

Transfer

Peter

"Why are you smirking at me?" Wesley had asked me with a raised eyebrow.

I just sat there and changed my smirk to a smile. He was going to find out but that cute little red head was going to have to work for it.

It seemed like forever but I waited, and waited and waited.

"Peter for the love of god tell me. I'm too tired for this."

Wow he's cute when he's flustered.

"Ok ok so we were thinking of transferring to..... your.... school. It's so close and it really wouldn't d-"

My words were cut off and my eyes shut at the feel of something soft on my lips. I opened them to see Wesley kissing me. Shortly after he moved away and looked at me.

"Peter, I love you."

"I-I love you too but what's with the kiss?"

I was still very confused I mean he has never just moved in and kissed me I usually do that.

"Well I always knew that at the end of summer there would be a divide. We're getting older and have more responsibilities which means the short distance away from each other could change our lives. With you at school, nothing's in our way..... I know I sound clingy right now but its the truth."

"You don't sound clingy because I understand. With the work we'll get there will be days that we don't see each other as much and having us at school helps.... now come here you, I'm getting cold."

Wesley gave the most adorable smile before grabbing the blankets and folding them over. He immediately slid into bed almost as if it was an art. After that he moved till his back was against my chest. I felt the warmth from him immediately. Sleeping by myself seemed as if it was wrong now. All I can imagine is Wesley in my arms... my favorite part. Wesley was blushing, as he always did and I just stared at the tip of his ear which was red hot. I didn't notice until it was almost to late that he turned to face me. My face was wide eyed as his gaze met mine.

"What's wrong Pete?"

"Nothing I just noticed how Beautiful your eyes are."

"You flatter to much." He said between giggles. "You know you can stop doing that I mean you already got me and I'm not leaving."

"I'm not flattering and flirting because I'm afraid to lose you, I'm doing it because you deserve it. You truly are the best person. You are sweet and funny with a sassy side. I love you and that's why I do it."

"ew this got way to mushy."

I nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes it did."

Wesley crossed his arm over me and pressed me closer by pushing my back.

"Someone can't get enough can they?"

"Alright you pervert, I'll move."

"No no babe please don't."

"Ok but only because you have a pleading look..... sweetie."

My face turned bright red, I nod understand what he was going through when I said it to him.

"Ahhhh someone's blushing, does that mean you understand what's happening?"

"Very much so. I also won't stop saying it babe."

Wesley buried himself into my chest and I set my head on his hair.

I took a breath and the smell of mango pleasantly arrived to my nose. I, without control, had a small chuckle fit.

"What?"

"Someone has been using my shampoo."

"Yes I did but you can't say anything your body wash smells like mint.

"How do know that?"

"Um hello.... I'm like in your chest here Pete."

"Oh..... right."

"You're a goof."

"How dare you."

"But you're my goof."

"That's more like it."

We laid there for a while. The night went on and we both got tired. Neither of us wanted to get up to turn off the light. So instead of getting up Wesley threw a shoe. Successfully he hit the light and turned it off. My eyes were wide but Wesley thought nothing of it.

"Eh wasn't my best." He said as he buried his head back in my chest.
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I didn't say anything but I'm sure he knew how impressed I was I mean I don't hide these things well.

We drifted off to sleep. It was a gradual thing but we both did sleep so that's good.

The next day

We both woke up at the same time. My little pains I had were gone and the way Wesley popped out of bed I think his were too.

He went to the computer and turned it on, I'm assuming to check the comments.

"Hey Peter?"

"Ya?"

"It says you have an Email."

"You can open it, it's okay."

I heard a click and I watched his head move closer to the screen. He twitched a little as he read farther down the page.

"What is it wes?"

"I-its a thing, people want to interview us."

"When?"

"In a week it's at the studio in California."

"Really?"

"Ya it's a morning show, they saw our stuff and wanted to interview us."

"Do you want to do it?"

"Peter this one is up to you. I really want to talk about what we've done but I don't want you to feel forced."

"Of course I want to do this. I have the same plans you do. I want people to stop judging because of our sexuality. We've gone this far I say we do this."

"Let's finish this."