#parauno

[ffamosoc]

#enamorados, #familiares #paralasnietas #parauno porque en #altostonala hay un depa para cada tipo de familia

[weslyking]

rosley | seven minutes

"Wesley!" He heard a female voice call out, and he knew who it belonged to the moment the first syllable fell from her lips. The girl tackled him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist in a quick squeeze before jumping in front of him to give him a light kiss on the cheek.

      Wesley King grinned at his best friend and ruffled the curls of her hair. "Ah, Maria. It is but a pleasure to see you here tonight." He paused, taking a sip of the tasteless punch he had grabbed at the door before setting it down, "so what adventures await us tonight in this house of Hell?"    

      And, in a way, he wasn't joking. With the lights off and the dust-filled chandeliers, not to mention the red and black furniture, this house looked like it belonged to Satan. Well, he thought, at least that means there'll be booze somewhere.

      "I can't tell by your tone if you're being sarcastic or just an ass, but Trish is here." Maria answered with a bitter tone, and Wesley rolled his eyes, looking over Maria's shoulder at the crowd that had suddenly gathered nearby, a circle taking into formation.

      "Hmmm," he grabbed his friend by the elbow and spun her to face the crowd, letting a mischievous smirk settle on his lips, "are we playing a game?"

      "I'm not, but you can," his friend replied, looking down at the lit screen of her phone before continuing, "George says he has a... present for me."

      "George?" Wesley couldn't help but feel a little envious. It had been weeks since Maria had hooked up with him, and he missed her. He knew they were just friends, and he had his own goals to pursue, but still, he couldn't help but feel a slight tinge of pain in his chest. That tall, lanky bastard must have been why she told him Trish, a bubbly redhead who he'd been eyeing up for weeks, was here. "Don't keep the man waiting."

      Wesley began walking towards the small crowd gathering before his friend could say goodbye, and whilst he couldn't see well in the dimly-lit room, he could just make out the strands of red hair falling down Trish Bartella's back, pushing him forward until he was amongst the small circle of bodies.

      He tapped Trish on the shoulder twice before she turned around, the corners of her mouth lifting into a sweet smile. "You up for a game of seven minutes in Heaven, Wes?" The freshman asked, and Wesley couldn't help but notice the flirtatious glint in her eyes.

      "Of course." As long as I spend the rest of the night locked away in a closet with you.