wes davison forever and always had your heart. no matter how many times he had laughed at you, or made you cry- you always ran back to him when your life fell apart.

you and him are next door neighbors and have been since you were born, 13 days after him to be exact. and the two of you were practically connected by the hip, there wasn’t one day where the two of you weren’t playing.

however that changed in middle school. wes had made new friends from playing baseball, and you stayed the same. you were never completely popular, but it wasn’t a big deal until middle school. wes started ignoring you in school which changed into him practically ignoring you completely. it was almost as if he just stopped knowing you.

it broke your heart, he was your best friend and he threw it away just for some popularity.

you’re now in high school, and nothing has really changed. except for the fact that wes decided to acknowledge you. it started as a one time thing where wes showed up at your window and asked you to go for a ride in his truck to take his mind off his family situation.

but now, it had become a common thing. however, it didn’t change how he treated you in school. he would vent to you almost every night but when he was at school he didn’t even look your way. you weren’t sure why you were letting him stomp on you, but you did. and it kept breaking your heart a little at a time.

it’s another late night, and this time you know wes won’t show up at your window because he was going to a party, but for some reason you couldn’t fall asleep. you weren’t sure why, it was like your body was programmed to stay up and wait for him. but you needed to fall asleep. you needed to stop waiting for someone who would never arrive.

you dozed off for a moment before being woken by a knock on your window, and you sat up to look outside.

it was wes.

your heart started to race, and you hated yourself for it- but it was wes. your wes.

you walk over to the window and open it, and he immediately climbs into your room.

he slides off the hood of his grey hoodie, showing his messy brown hair that you had always loved. he looked around your room for a minute before looking at you, and you breath caught in your throat.

it was his eyes. they were beautiful. you had fallen in love with them when you were 5, and now they were looking at you.

he clearly doesn’t notice anything and explains why he’s in your room this time.

“got home from the party early and my parents were fighting again. I didn’t want to deal with it.”