So Unclear

“Maybe with looking at all the pumpkins?” Wesley suggested, seeing that there was a big display to their left with pumpkins that were painted by the locals. Some of them were done by children, clearly seen in their artistry, and some of them were done by professionals. Others were painted by teachers, parents, librarians, etc. Either way, they were all cute and got Wesley in the Autumn mood.

Carter glanced in the direction of the pumpkins before back over to Wesley and nodded. “Whatever you’d prefer,” he smiled and started towards the closest batch of pumpkins. 

“Cool,” Wes replied, smiling shyly and rubbing the back of his neck as they started walking on the sidewalk towards the festivities. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous, but Carter had this smile that was to die for and he sometimes found himself distracted by his looks. He just hoped he wouldn’t do that tonight. That’d be awfully embarrassing.

Carter happily walked with him down the sidewalk, resisting the urge to reach over and hold his hand as he did so. This was only the first time he had gone somewhere with Wesley, he didn’t want to push it. Once they reached their destination, he grinned over to Wesley, “Where would you like to start?”

“You didn’t wanna walk?” Wesley asked as they made their way over to Carter’s car. “It’s only a few blocks away…” he shrugged, not wanting him to feel bad about it if he really did want to drive closer.

Carter glanced up when he heard his question, just then processing how close they actually were to it. “We can walk,” he said, moving back up to the sidewalk so he could be with Wesley again.

“No, but I’m sure we’ll figure it out,” Wesley assured him with a smile, taking his card back once the waitress returned. As soon as she was gone, he stood and waited for Carter. “You ready to go?”

Carter shook his head a little at him, but smiled about it all anyway, honestly not having a problem with any of it. “I’m all ready,” he said as he moved to his feet. Once he was beside Wesley he lead the way back to his car, digging out his keys so he could unlock the doors for him.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Wesley nodded, glad that Carter was even considering another date in the future. It made him feel good, like he hadn’t messed anything up too badly yet. They ate their food with pleasant conversation passed between them before the waitress came back with the check. Wesley insisted on paying, getting his card out to pay for their meal. “You can buy me some popcorn or something later,” he told Carter as they waited for the waitress to come back.

Carter happily ate his meal, talking whenever it felt like it was the right moment, honestly just happy to keep Wesley talking as much as he could. When it came time to pay, he wasn’t happy about it, but he let Wesley pay for them, determined to pay for something for him later on. “Popcorn does not cost as much as my whole meal did, but I’ll do it,” he said, smiling a little at him.

“That’s true,” Wesley laughed, finding it hard to make eye contact with the boy. It was ridiculous considering he made eye contact with a camera most hours of the day, and yet he was struggling now that there was a real live person watching him in real time. “Well, whenever you wanna do that, I’m down.”

“I’m sure the two of us can find a time that we are both free.” Carter told him, “Just have to compare schedules. It can be another date,” he offered, smiling a little at that, hoping he didn’t say the wrong thing. 

“Well I’d love to have you over sometime to watch them with you,” Wesley said softly, eyes flitting around the table. “If you’d want, I mean. If not, that’s cool, too.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to watch them with you? I get double the experience that way. I get to watch you in your videos and any commentary you might have to go with it.” Carter told him happily. 

“It could be entertaining. It depends on what kind of video I’m filming. Daily vlogs definitely aren’t entertaining. I honestly don’t know why anybody watches my daily vlogs,” Wesley laughed.

“Maybe its not entertaining for you since you’re the one doing it, but I’m sure it is entertaining for other people.” Cater told him, smiling. “I still want to go watch your videos. Even if you think some of them aren’t entertaining.”

“Does it really? Filming isn’t all that exciting,” Wes told the man sitting across from him. “I mean, it’s okay if you’ve never done it before, but I guess I’ve been doing i for so long that it’s kind of routine now.”

“Exactly, you do it all the time so its nothing extremely special for you. I’d want to see you film it though. I feel like it would be entertaining.” Carter said honestly as he watched Wesley, perfectly content. 

“You’d do that, would you?” Wesley hummed thoughtfully. “I didn’t know you were the bad boy type,” he teased, laughing a little. “Yeah, I’d like that. And maybe you could come visit me while I’m filming or editing sometime,” he suggested. “If you’d want, of course. You don’t have to.”

Wesley laughed a little at that and shrugged his shoulders at him. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,” he joked. “Now that sounds like something that would be more interesting than you coming to hang out with me. I’d love to.”

“Yeah? Are you gonna put in a good word for me with the boss?” Wesley chuckled, wanting to get closer to Carter. “I’m just kidding though. I don’t have the time for another job. Would be nice to see you more often though,” he said softly.

Cater hummed at that and nodded his head in response. “I will. Or I’ll just have to sneak you back there one day maybe. Depends on how risky I’m feeling.” He teased. “You don’t have to work there, you can just come by more often and keep me company.”

“I’m sure it’d be worth it because I’d get to see your beautiful smile every day,” Wesley returned the tease with a flirty smirk, bumping into Carter’s boot again. “Mmm, I suppose I could do that if you like. I’ve been told I have nice handwriting for a guy,” he told him, writing the name over and over again with his finger.

Carter grinned back to Wesley the moment he saw the smirk on his lips, as if it was just to prove Wesley’s point. He nudged his foot back up against Wesley’s before speaking again, “Well, one day I might just have to get you to do it for me then. If you come in when it isn’t too busy.”

“Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll just spend all my money to see if you’ll give me a special name,” Wesley hummed, his free hand wrapping around the glass his drink was in. “Your last name would actually look really pretty written in cursive,” he decided aloud, writing it out with his finger on the table.

“I think that’ll be a fair trade and I”ll see how many pens I go though just because of you,” Carter teased still, grinning at the boy across the table from him. “Really? I might need you writing on a cup for me then.” He said as he watched his fingers move across the table, almost hypnotized by them.

“Aww, man. I’m bummed now,” Wesley pouted playfully, fluttering his lashes at Carter. “Yeah? It’s a cute letter. And your last name starts with L, right?” he added, eyes dropping to where he was stirring his drink with his straw.

Carter laughed a little bit again and shrugged his shoulders. “Might just have to keep coming back to see what you get.” He told Wesley before nodding his head, “Yup, nice L in there for you to write,” he said, teasing fondly, keeping his eyes glued to Wesley. 

“Aww, you’re sure you can’t squeeze it on there? Write the letters really small?” Wesley pouted playfully, kicking his feet back and forth under the table just as the waiter brought them their drinks. He thanked the guy, barely even noticing how much the man was looking at him. Wesley’s attention was almost fully on Carter and their conversation. The waiter walked away and Wesley took a sip of his beverage. “Mhmm. It’s my favorite letter by far. Is it weird that I’ve put thought into this?” he laughed.

Carter laughed a little at that, “You might get Mr. S but that’s all that I’ll promise. Especially if you keep showing up when we’re busy.” He teased, glancing up to the waiter for a moment and thanked him before looking back down to Wesley. “No, its not weird at all, I’ve just never thought about it really. I think you have a good enough reason for liking that letter though. I like it.”

Wesley laughed, shaking his head. “You don’t have to change your favorite number. I was just saying,” he shrugged his shoulders. “Mister Surprised, huh? I think I like that. My favorite letter is… L. I only have a favorite because it looks so pretty when you write it in cursive. And it’s all loopy. And it reminds me of love,” he grinned dopily.

Carter chuckled at him, not even trying to hide the grin that was wide on his face. “Well that’s your title now. I’m sorry though that’s a bit long to put on the side of a coffee cup.” He teased before nodding his head slowly at that, “Well love does start with a L so I can see why it reminds you of it” he teased lightly.

Wesley grinned again, not being able to help it. He liked Carter a lot and he was happy to be spending some time with him one on one. “Green’s a good color,” he replied, nodding his head in approval. “Seven? Really? Seven is everyone’s favorite number,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “You don’t have a favorite letter though?” he asked incredulously.

“Really?” Carter replied, surprise obvious in his tone. “Seven is that popular of a number? I guess I need a new favorite...” He said, starting to think as he sat back against the back of the chair. “Alright, mister surprised, what’s your favorite letter? I didn’t even know people had favorite letters.”