"There’s no such thing as a sexy bathroom." // "I have a date with an ice cream carton and on demand movies."
"There’s no such thing as a sexy bathroom."
Wesley rolled his eyes— even if the sarcastic action wasn’t shown through the phone call— as he leaned back against the bathroom counter. "You clearly have never seen this bathroom then," he responded. Being forced to attend some lame dinner ball wasn't exactly Wesley's ideal Friday night. So he coped with several drinks and a call to Lennon that he was sure would make life easier. "I could practically live in this bathroom," he rambled on, her giggles and muttered oh my gods only spurring him on in his drunken state. "I'm gonna make us a really sexy bathroom and just live in there, okay?"
"I have a date with an ice cream carton and on demand movies."
This whole long distance thing was a lot more disheartening than Wesley had originally planned it to be. In fact, he really didn't know what he was signing himself up for when he initially got involved with Lennon. Would he change his decision though? Definitely not. He'd been in deep since the moment he met her. The only thing he'd change was maybe going back and going to university elsewhere, somewhere that wouldn't make it impossible to see his girlfriend whenever he wanted. "Not fair. What if that ice cream is a better date than I am?" He huffed, still smiling brightly at the grin on her face, its effect just as powerful even through the Skype screen. "I miss you. I'll see you soon, okay? Then we can watch shitty movies and eat ice cream and maybe make out a bit."
