{ for @topherbell }
“are you seriously still considering auditioning for the musical?” wes asks suspiciously, the final soapy wet plate being lifted out of the sink and carefully placed in the dishwasher beside him. “i know you’re really torn up about spencer... but like, a musical, man?” with a half laugh, he closes up the dishwasher, cracks his knuckles and turns to face his roommate slash partner in crime. “you hate musicals. or i mean,” he gestures to the other boy, “at least you have for as long as i’ve known you.” wes won’t admit it, but he does have an ulterior motive in having this conversation with topher. even though his best friend has never shown any interest in acting in the past, and the chances of him nabbing the lead from wes over his ex boyfriend is unlikely, but wes still can’t risk the possibility of the wrath of his mother if he comes back with an ensemble like role. so, even though he knows it’s wrong, wes will do whatever he has to in order to steer the other in the opposite direction. “like what if it ends up being wicked? or mama mia? is that something you can really get behind?”