#wesley preference

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Crazy

Wes: "You're crazy," he ducks as you throw a glass at the wall in anger. It wasn't odd for you two to fight, it was what held base in your relationship. Sometimes you two just had to get your anger out and fighting was the only way, besides sexual interactions but sometimes your anger overruled the appealing offer. "You piss me off so much Wes and you don't even realize that," you scrunch your face up, eyebrows almost touching and your lips in a flat line of distaste for the angry man. "I'm sorry, babe," his face that once matched yours fell completely. His knitted eyebrows fall back to their normal position and his lips slump into a frown of recognition that sometimes fighting couldn't magical fix the problems you needed to talk out about. It wasn't worth losing each other in anger. As your father always told you; an angry mind is a closed mind. Keaton: "That was insane," you best friend yelled at you as she jumped around outside the movies. You were too jumping with her, yelling just like her. "Yeah... crazy," you look up as your brain lost all senses, barely getting those two words out itself. You stop jumping, eye contact being made with a cute boy with a cute smile. That smile you knew was being surfacing because of your childish play. You blush, a sweet smile taking over as you tuck loose hair behind your ear. You knew him. Quit well actually because he was always the talk of school. Being in the popular crowd meant being talked about. He waved kindly to you and your friend squeals in your ear, scaring you half to death as she grips your shoulders. "Keaton Stromberg just waved to you," she gushed in your ear as you waved small and hand falling to your side shortly, a frown taking over as a girl walked up to him from behind you two. "Yeah, crazy," you shake your head in disappointment. Of course he wouldn't wave at you. You both turn around, walking away in defeat. But Keaton was waving at you, interested in you more than the girl he was with. "Crazy," you whisper to yourself.

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Hot

Wes: "I'm bored," you groan to Wes, who was too engrossed in the movie you were suppose to be watching, than listening to what you were saying. "Let's do something besides watch a movie. We've watched movies all day," you moved closer to him, hoping he'd catch on. "Sh," he quiets you, eyes widening as an intense part rolled across the screen. "Wesley," you call, tired of doing nothing all day. You try again but this time you push him off the couch, jumping on him. "Ok," he finally agrees, saying you two had to finish the movie later. "Let's play too hot. The first to touch another loses and does whatever the winner says," you smirk, already knowing you'd win because Wes was always touchy when you two kissed. "Ok. Start," you move your lips to his, trying to be as intense as possible so he'd lose faster and you'd get to finish off what you started the way you wanted to. Keaton: "Hot," you yelp as your feet touch the concrete. You jog in place, trying to get the burning sensation to leave you sensitive feet. You were at your best friends cousins house, swimming in their pool. You loved it because it was so big and beautiful, willing to always come and swim. Plus, her cousin was hot. "Here," he laid down a towel, letting you step on it momentarily. You smile and give him a thanks, soon taking it back as he pick you up and jumped in the pool, you holding tightly on to him. You surface and spit water at him that entered your mouth, laughing when his eyes narrowed on you. "No, Keaton," you knew he was going to dunk you and you try swimming away, laughing. He grabs your hips and turns you around to push you into the side of the pool. "Say sorry," he says in a low voice, close to your face. "I'm not sorry," you whisper back, splashing him with water and laughing at him.

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Punk

Wes: What was punk to you? Someone not worth your time of day. The thought of having tattoos on your body made you shiver. The thought of needles forever marking your skin was not something enjoyable. Tattoos were odd to you, not something you were quit interested in. You never understood the fad nowadays of having tattoos litter your body for no reason. Same goes for piercings. It was just odd to you that people wanted bars and studs sticking out of their skin everywhere possible, seeing it cool and attractive. But what happens when the mysterious punk moves across the street? When you become attracted to all his tattoos and piercings? The way he arches his pierced eyebrow from across the road drove you crazy. The way he watched your every move made this odd feeling rise deep inside you, making you go mad. You never had the nerve to talk to the tattooed, pierced freak but the way you stare, he knows you yearn for his touch, for him to moan your name, to want and to please him. He knew you wanted him from his crazy smirk to his angry stare, he knew he drove you crazy.

Keaton: “Keaton and (Y/N), stay after class,” you knew you did nothing wrong but you were still worried. You did all your work and you had an A in this class, well every class for that matter. You were just worried something happened or will. The more you thought about, the more you understood. Keaton was the bad boy of the school, or punk as everyone else would call it. He was desired throughout the school, many girls throwing themselves at him but you seen not point in it. You knew Keaton didn’t know you or even know you existed for that matter. By the end of the class, many thoughts rocked your mind. Many unwanted thoughts. “So, seeing as your the best student in class, (Y/N), and Keaton is falling behind, I wanted to ask if maybe you could tutor him till his grades are acceptable or he might not graduate in time,” you stare at your teacher as he scrambles through a bunch of papers. “I guess so,” you push a strained of hair behind your ear and blush at the look Keaton was giving you. It was not a look you’ve ever seen cross his handsome face but all you could guess was a look of interest.

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Pregnancy

Wes: "I'm sorry," tears run down your face, not knowing what else to do or say. "I'm so sorry. It wasn't meant to happen and I just don't know what else to really do. You're the only one I can really talk to. I know you're probably upset and mad at me and you'll say I told you so but I couldn't leave him in time. It wasn't meant to happen," you could barely talk at this point, explaining to your best friend in tears. "I always told you to leave him. I knew something like this would happen and he'd end up leaving you when it all comes down to it but I'm not like him. I'll be here for you through this whole pregnancy, okay? I'm not going to let you take this all on by yourself, you know that. I love you, (Y/N), and no matter what, I'm sticking by your side through thick and thin," he pulls you and hugs you as close to his body as you could. "I love you, Wes." Keaton: "Pregnancy test? Why would you need that, (Y/N)?" He watches as you grab it, wondering what possibly could you want that or even need it for. Of course you guys have had sex but you've always been save, or so you thought. "I just want to know. I don't think you remembered to use protection and I've missed my period by two weeks," you sigh, throwing the box in the cart. You watch as Keaton's face twisted in confusion and then recognition. "Oh my," his eyes widen, loving the idea of having a baby and maybe little ones running around one day. "Oh my is right," running to a garbage and throwing up. You've learned that lately certain smells trigger you, making you feel horrible. Keaton walks up to you, rubbing your back, and saying soothing words of comfort.

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Watermelon

Wes: You were having a family cookout, close family friends and other members and relatives coming and going. Since it was summer, you had all summer fruits out and ready to be eaten. Which was the first thing everyone went to, eating just about all of it. 'Do you want anything else, dear?' Your grandma was always caring, making sure you were ok and had everything you needed. 'Um,' you look around seeing what they had left, which wasn't much. 'Actually, I think I'm good for now.' You head back to a random table, Wes sitting next to you minutes later. 'Watermelon?' He handed you a piece out, you happily accepting it. Keaton: 'Let's go to the store, (Y/N),' Keaton told you, grabbing your hand and making you stand. 'What do we need at the store?' You knew you had food and everything else you would've needed. 'Im bored and there's nothing else to do.' You finally agree, heading to the car to drive there. 'What is there to do here?' You guys walk inside the store, ready to head wherever Keaton wanted. 'I don't know but look how big this watermelon is.' He picked up the giant watermelon, only to drop it back on the pile. All the watermelons were bigger than normal, over sizing your head and probably even both of yours combined.