COMING CLEAN → DREST
TAGGING → West Anderson, Alexandre Smythe. LOCATION → Tucson, Arizona & Paris, France. TIME FRAME → Tuesday Night / Early Wednesday Morning [1/20 - 1/21] NOTES → West decides to come clean and tell Dre everything. [Skype Call]
WEST ANDERSON
The call had been days in the making. West knew that it was now or never and the waiting was slowly killing him. Something needed to be done, even if it meant the possibility of ruining absolutely everything. But Blaine was right, knowing was the better option. Gathering his courage West opened up his lap top and signed into Skype. A small smile formed when he saw that Dre was on already. He gave himself no time to hesitate and talk himself out of it before he began the call. His pulse began to race and the moment the call connected, West could have sworn it skipped a beat. Before Dre could even utter a word, West began to speak. "At the risk of being told that I'm acting weird again, I thought we should talk. We both want to get things back to where they were with our friendship, right? Well, I think that I need to just tell you everything. Why I was acting so strangely. Why I lied. It feels wrong keeping it all from you so, consider this my way of - uh - making it up to you, I guess." Everything came out in a rush, words running into one another but it was out there now. He had to go through with it. "Also, hi."
ALEXANDRE SMYTHE
Gazing at his laptop screen with his crystalline hues, Dre waited patiently for West to sign on, as they'd agreed over text messages to Skype with one another. They hadn't Skyped but a handful of times since West moved to Arizona and he'd moved to France, so it'd be nice to see his best friend's face, and get to the bottom of what it was that was bothering him, once and for all. When the notification popped up that West was attempting to contact him via Skype, he smiled, dragging his mouse to the button to click accept. When West's face appeared on the screen, he couldn't resist the urge to smile, happy to see, visually, that his best friend was alive and well. But before he could even mutter a word, West had begun talking, which caused Dre to tilt his head in curiosity as he listened, "Alright. Okay. That would be nice. I'd like you to explain everything to me. Also, yes, hello."
WEST ANDERSON
It was easy to see the confusion on Dre's face, but West hadn't expected anything less. It was nice to be able to see his best friend's familiar face, yet it only seemed to make his nerves worsen. It took effort to keep himself from squirming in his chair and continue looking at the screen. "Right. So... " He sighed, eyes darting away for a brief moment. "I haven't been acting like myself because I haven't felt like myself. Things are changing and I don't really know what to do about it all. Everything I'm feeling is so... new. I guess I should elaborate. You asked my preference before and I never gave you a straight answer. That's mainly because I've never thought about it before. The way I saw it, there's Reid who's straight, and Blaine who's gay. Whichever I was, it wouldn't matter. But I had mostly been looking at girls. So, honestly, I thought I was straight but now... I like someone and, well, it's a guy. I don't really know what to do with all of this. I knew you'd be alright with it, you'd accept it and talk me through it but it's been rough on me, you know? Thinking one thing and suddenly it's another."
ALEXANDRE SMYTHE
Arching a brow, Dre tried to think of things that would keep West from telling the truth; to prevent him from lying and continuously hiding things, "Look, West. The point of getting friends, best friends at that is to open up to each other. Tell each other everything. Do you seriously think I'd joke you, even if you decided you like females over men or vice versa. We can't control who it is that we love, West. But the more we keep it bottled, the less it helps us in the long run." Shaking his head, he exhaled a sigh, "Please stop beating around the bush. What the fuck is going on with you? With us, West?"
WEST ANDERSON
With a nod of his head, West silently agreed with his best friend. That is the reason that he had felt so horrible. Nothing should have ever been kept hidden between them yet that's exactly what West had been doing for a while now. With a soft sigh, West leaned back against his chair, hand running through the mess of curls on his head. "No, I -- " He shook his head, hazel hues running over the image of Dre on his computer screen. "I never thought you'd make a joke out of it. I know that." He released a humorless laugh at the questions that quickly followed. "You know how to get right down to it, don't you?" He tried for a smile but failed miserably. "I was scared to tell you because I knew I would have to tell you who it is I -- well, like. I was worried about how you'd react if you know that I --" Try as he might, he couldn't keep his eyes from dropping down and away from the screen before him. "I like you, Blaise. I have for a long time, and these feelings aren't going away. I don't know if I want them to."
ALEXANDRE SMYTHE
Rubbing the back of his neck, he awaited for West to explain himself so that their friendship would begin to mend itself. He didn't want to lose Anderson's friendship but at this rate, it seemed that was the only possibility. What could it possibly be that he was willing to lie to him, sacrifice their friendship? His cheeks began to flush as West talked, his heart beginning to pound within his chest, over, and over, and over. What was going on? This couldn't be happening. They were best friends. And bringing a relationship into a best friendship could completely ruin it and he refused to lose West. Shaking his head, he felt the tears sting his eyes, "West, thank you for telling the truth but I need to go."