Here Goes Nothing

Time, as I expected, goes by incredibly fast when you’re having fun and when you’re (dare I say it) falling in love. And so, I knew I shouldn’t have been surprised when the tour ended and we were on our way back home after saying goodbye to the majority of our friends (some goodbyes were quicker, seeing as we would see each other again back home). But I couldn’t help but think about how it seemed like only yesterday when Bam called me, asking me to join him.

“What are you thinking about?” Bam asked me.

“Since when are you such a girl?” I asked him with a smirk. He rolled his eyes but kept his hands on the steering wheel and returned his focus on the road rather quickly.

“If you must know, I was simply thinking about how much of a good month this was. And I guess I have you to thank for that.” I told him with a smile.

“Oh gee don’t go all mushy on me. You know I hate it.”

“I’m quite aware of that fact but you asked me a question and I answered it.” I shrugged.

“Fair enough. So what’s going on between you and Dunn’s kid now that we’re going back to West Chester? You guys still going out or was that just a summer thing?” He asked me and I blushed when I heard him talk about the guy who was single-handedly stealing my heart.

“It’s definitely not just a summer thing. We talked about it.” I said, not really sure what else to say. We had the talk two days before the end of the tour, both deciding that our feelings for each other were too grand to shamelessly put a stop to it after only a month (even though Wesley didn’t put it that way exactly, it was more along the lines of “I don’t wanna stop seeing you. And, you know, we live in the same town and whatever. I just…I love you, okay?”)
The rest of the drive was mainly focused on Bam’s questionable taste of music. And we were in our home town a few hours later.

To say that my parents were thrilled to see me would be an understatement. My mother was crying like she’d just seen the pope and my dad had a cheesy grin that wouldn’t leave his face. They sat me down on the kitchen chair and asked me about a million questions. In return, I was so happy to see them too that I couldn’t help but answering their questions with an excited tone of voice and I told them everything. From the towns we visited to the things we did…to who I met. I was surprised to see the satisfied look on their faces when I started to talk about Wesley. They seemed happy, and so I didn’t question it.

After what seemed like forever. I was all talked out and my parents let me re-explore the town I so gladly called my own. I went and sat at the skate park because there’s just something about that place that’s so inspirational, and I didn’t hear anyone come up from behind me.

“Hey pretty lady, come here often?” I didn’t have to turn around to know who this voice belonged to, but I did anyway.

“Long time no see.” I smirked jokingly. Wesley smirked back at me before taking a seat beside me on top of the picnic table.

“I know right? How has life been treating you?” He asked me, still making his half smirk that could make me melt even in the coldest of snow storms.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my curiosity taking over my need to joke with him.

“I come here all the time.” He shrugged, leaning back and supporting his weight with his hands.

“You do not.” I argued. “I would know, I’m always here.”

“Okay, so maybe someone told me that and I wanted to see if it was true. Turns out it was.” He shrugged again and I smiled, shaking my head.

“What?” He asked, and I mirrored his posture before answering.

“I just…I don’t know what’s happening. Life has literally been perfect for the past month now. I’m just waiting for it to go to hell. That’s how it works right? What goes up must come down.” I explained and he put his arm around my waist, guiding us so we would both be completely lying down on the picnic table.

“Maybe you just deserve it. Hell maybe we both do.” He answered, and I agreed. Maybe nothing would go wrong…