landslide.

“It’s who I am. Why shouldn’t I be open and upfront about it?” Wesley countered. The bright red color of Dante’s cheeks made him feel triumphant for some reason. Happy that this conversation was having any effect at all on Dante. In response to Dante’s second question, Wesley just chuckled. “Boyfriend? No, definitely not. Aiden’s, like, my best friend; plus being with him is asking for a death sentence. He’s also seeing the frumpy one, Lucas. Totally annoying, talking to him is like nails on a chalk board. And Ollie is, well, he’s Ollie. Annoying, over-bearing, has a horrible taste in music, always poking his nose where it doesn’t belong. Etcetera. In fact, out of all of the guys here, you’re the only one I’d possibly consider.” Wesley admitted, eyeing Dante to see what kind of reaction he’d have to him saying something like that. “But you already hard passed on the offer, which is a shame.”

“Because it’s...” Wrong. Dante didn’t finished his sentence, but instead he breathed out a heavy sigh. However, finding out that Wesley didn’t have a boyfriend made butterflies flutter in his stomach for some reason. “Oh okay, I was just wondering..” he spoke softly, his cheeks turning red again when the other told him that he saw him as boyfriend material. “W-What? Me?” Dante stammered, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “Why uh, why would you say that? You barely even know me...”

“Right, sorry.” Wesley mumbled, feeling a little bad for bringing it up again. He just couldn’t help himself, what kind of misunderstanding would make someone think you’re a witch. When Dante looked down at him and he noticed the flush on the other’s cheeks his smile returned to his features. Releasing a small laugh, Wesley shrugged. “I don’t really know an exact time.” he stated. “I grew up with two dads, so the idea of being with guys was never really as outrageous to me as it might be for other kids. So even when I was really little, like kindergarten and first grade little, I would talk about liking other boys and stuff. It’s just always kinda been a part of who I am, I guess…. Why do you ask?” Part of Wesley was hoping there was a specific reason for Dante asking him such a question, though he figured he shouldn’t get his hopes up too high considering Dante thought such a thing was weird earlier. 

“Oh, okay. Makes sense, I guess.” Dante spoke softly, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. “No reason! I mean, I was just wondering, is all. Because you were so open and upfront about it, you know?” He averted his gaze, knowing full well that his cheeks were tomato red right now. Still he had so much more questions he wanted to ask Wesley. It wasn’t often that he came in contact with an openly gay boy, as a matter of fact, Dante had never even met one before in in his life. Reluctantly, he turned his head to look at Wesley again and asked him, “So uh, what about those other guys? Is any of them your boyfriend?”

Wesley crawled from his spot on the court over to sit beside Dante in the grass, resting his body against the taller boy and looking up at him. With a shrug of his shoulders, he said, “Not sure. Guess what got you sent here. We all have our little stories, you know? And since you’re not magic at all, I’ve kinda been curious as to what made anyone think you needed to be here.” Which was true, he was rather confused as how Dante landed himself here period if he wasn’t a witch. Sure, it probably wasn’t anything as crazy as Wesley’s own story but he was still curious. 

Dante’s breath hitched when Wesley asked him what he did to land him in the school for witches. “Nothing!” he quickly replied, after swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. “I don’t wanna talk about it, okay? Like I said before, it was just a stupid misunderstanding...” he added softly. In attempt to change the subject, as well as because he was genuinely curious, he asked the other, “Um, can’t we just talk about you?” Dante met Wesley’s gaze and bit down on his bottom lip, his cheeks flushing red again. “So uh, when did you find out you like boys?”

As much as Wesley did not want to, he followed Dante out to the old looking basketball hoop that was in the backyard of the school. He shot a few hoops with the other, playing dumb a few times so the older boy would have to explain things or show him how to do things. However, he eventually grew bored and decided to drop and sit on the court in a huff. “Can’t we take a break?” he whined, looking up at Dante with squinted eyes thanks to the sun. “Come sit with me. Tell me about yourself or something. Let me catch my breath.” he pleaded the other, tired from running around as well. 

I live here, and I’m a witch. Nothing about my life is boring. I can’t help prying into the lives of others, especially since I can’t really control it either. I did bother them, when they all got here too. Now I know everything and they’re almost as boring as Adam is. I’m not joking or teasing? I think you’re pretty attractive. Scout’s honor.

Could have fooled me, since all you seem to care about is my life. You’re like some creepy stalker. . ....What? Stop calling me that. I don’t know what your game here is, but I’m not playing. Find someone else to mess around with, or a hobby or whatever... Go do something productive instead of wasting my time with your bullshit.

Thinking and saying that only makes it harder for you to get out of here, you know. Play along, learn a thing or two, then maybe you’ll be well enough to go home. If you call teasing someone the worst sense of humor then sure. Okay, fine, you’re kinda hot when you’re all mad. Is that a better adjective for you? I know your name already, but thanks for the refresher. 

Again, you need to mind your own business. Is your own life like super boring or something? If so, then why not bother one of your weirdo friends instead? I’m sure they’d happily play along with your bullshit. ...No, it’s not. Not when you say it. I thought you’d cut it out with the jokes and teasing. 

You should start listening to him, a lot more around you would make sense. Maybe learn a thing or two, just saying. Jesus, okay, alright, calm down. I’m just joking around with you. You know, you’re cute when you’re all mad and annoyed, just so you know. But okay, warning taken. Sorry for bothering you, love. 

Thanks for the unsolicited two cents, but I don’t want for all of this to make sense and I don’t need anyone’s help either. You have like the worst sense of humor in the world, dork. And stop calling me that! I’m not cute, okay? And I’m not your ‘love’ either. My name is Dante Vasquez. Remember it.

I don’t think I know anything. I know everything. Or, well, at least most things… Didn’t Adam tell you anything about what the rest of us can do? I’m really not scared of you, Dante. You can threaten me all you’d like, but I’m not. Besides, I’m just kitten around, no reason to get all sensitive. 

I don’t listen when he talks, just like how I’m not listening when you talk, dumbass. If you knew everything then you wouldn’t be playing with fire right now. Unless you’re like really stupid... I’m starting to think that’s your super power. Being a fucking moron. I wasn’t threatening you, I was warning you. Sometimes I lose control over... things, and then bad stuff happens... so just cut it out already!

I said a lot of things to you in the library. Are we talking about the nice inspirational speech I gave about embracing who you are? Or the comment I made about your oh so adorable and perfect magic trick?

Are you trying to be funny or something? Because nobody is laughing, dork. Whatever you think you might know about me is wrong, okay? Stop trying to provoke me! You’re really going to regret doing so, and even though you’re annoying as fuck, I don’t really wanna hurt you. So please just... stop it.

What is what supposed to mean, Dante? 

Stop playing games with me, dork! The... thing you said to me in the library! What did you mean by that?