A + W

"Come on Ash you can tell me," Wesley smirks, tossing a rock into one of the huge sewer pipes.

I shrug, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Dude come on, I know you carved your first initial on, lover's tree. It has your sloppiness all over it. Now whose initial is with yours, could it be Wendy from maths?"

Rolling my eyes I toss my own rock into the metal tube, "God man I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"I know when you're lying," he bends over and picks up another small stone, "have you forgotten I've known you since pre-k?"

“Shut your Goddamn mouth Weezely.”

“Only if you start running yours on who you love.”

With my middle finger I push up my glasses, “I—I don’t love anybody.”

“Wow Ashley the man with a motor mouth stuttering.”

“Sh—shut up Weezer boy,” I retort back.

Wesley rolls his eyes, “man you must be smitten by her.” I growl and kick an empty beer can, stomping away in the water of the barrens, “hey wait up!”

“Why, just so you can ask who’s initial I carved with mine?”

“Well yeah,” he grabs my shoulder and jerks me to face him. “I told you all my crushes.”

“They were all girls!”

“Huh—”

I interrupt him, “yes I am in love with a guy, and he’s the stupidest guy in town!”

“Oh—who is he then?”

“You mean you don’t care I’m…” I trail off, “you mean it?”

“Duh, now who’s this guy?”

Smiling, I step closer to him, “he’s a shorty with an inhaler addiction.”

He blinks, “uh huh…”

“I’ve known him for quite a while now.”

“I don’t suppose I’d know him,” he narrows his eyes.

“You know him better than I do,” my hand traces his pudgy cheeks.

Wesley scoffs, “this is one of your shitty jokes isn’t it? Well it’s not funny.”

“Would I joke about this?” I snap, pulling him closer, kissing him roughly.

He pushes me away, “what the fuck!”

“I—I’m sorry,” I stammer as I back away. Only to trip in a hole, “ow!”

“Dumbass, give me your hand,” I stare at him with what must be saucer like eyes. “Come on before I change my mind. Do you realize how many germs are on these rocks?”

“I’m not a germaphobe like you Weezely,” I grab his hand. He helps me to my feet, chuckling, “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, it’s just I wasn’t completely honest about who I’ve had crushes on over the years.”

I meet his gaze, “then… who?”

“I’m in love with the stupidest guy in town. He has bottle rimmed glasses and an addiction to awful jokes.”

Smirking I pull him close by the hips, “that guy’s a lucky son of a bitch.”

“I say I’m the lucky one,” he smiles, adding, “now that I know he likes me just the same.”

“How long?”

“Three years, you?”

“Since the third grade,” I shrug, “heh I guess I was more in tune with my gayness than you were.”

“Just kiss before somebody sees us dumbass,” he rolls his eyes. I bend down a bit and kiss him, “my mom would flip if she knew.”

“Your mom? What about my dad, he’d kick my ass. Your mom would just lock you in your room.”

“Then you'd sneak in and see me like every other time I've been locked away?” Wesley tilts his head.

“Why wouldn't I?”

“I love you MotorMouth.”

“Love you too Weezer.”

He punches my arm, “don’t call me that!”