#xwesley

"well look who decided to show his fucking face around here." her tone wasn't malicious or hostile, despite how hostile her words seemed to be. it wasn't unusual for her to talk to wesley like that. what set of best friends didn't curse each other out? she closed the door behind him after inviting him inside of her home, rolling her eyes. "if you keep acting like a stranger, i'm going to have to put my louboutins up your ass." it hadn't been that long since they hung out with one another - hell, they had just facetimed two days earlier, but that didn't count to simone.

                 ❛     c'mon  ,  if  i  knew  you  were  gonna  be  this  slow  i  would've  taken  someone  else  .     ❜          tristan  spoke  as  he  walked  along  the  clearly  closed  off  path  and  section  of  the  music  festival  .  but  it  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓  be  wesley  and  tristan  if  they  weren't  getting  up  to  some  𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓  ,  now  would  it  ?          ❛     i  swear  ,  this  is  where  they  keep  all  the  shit  they  confiscated  off  people  .     ❜          a  lie  ,  he  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓  actually  sure  if  that  was  the  truth  or  not  .  but  here  they  were  ,  either  way  .

                 the  moment  she  saw  wesley  enter  the  same  rest  zone  ,  luciana  jumped  up  .  wanting  to  get  out  of  there  as  soon  as  possible  before  he  𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃  her  too  .  but  she  was  too  late  ,  almost  running  into  him  in  order  to  avoid  him  .  making  her  𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄  plan  go  even  worse  than  originally  intended  .          ❛     sorry  ,  i  should  really  watch  where  i'm  going  .     ❜         she  spoke  ,  a  bitterness  to  her  words  .  almost  as  if  they  were  something  a  lot  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄  than  strangers  .  which  seemed  to  be  the  way  she  acted  when  it  came  to  the  two  of  them  .  pretending  he  was  never  a  part  of  her  life  at  all  .

"you thieving ass bitch!" dontaz usually kept his cool, his insults and words of malice delivered with an arrogant air of superiority, but not this time. wesley had taken things a step too far. he had stolen from dontaz; literally. dontaz tolerated many things, contrary to popular belief, but he didn't tolerate being humiliated. and being stolen from was a humiliating experience through and through. at that moment, he didn't care who was around them or who was watching. he was seeing red and his sights were honed in on the culprit. his gait was hostile as he approached wesley, not hesitating for a second as he lifted his hand, fingers curled into a fist, and let it collide against the other's cheek with a surprising amount of force. "are you insane? stealing from me? you must have lost your fucking mind."

"move." dontaz nudged wesley so he could reach over him, grabbing his phone off of his nightstand before settling back down in his spot on his bed. the two of them had just finished with their usual tryst between the sheets, and as usual, reverted back to their bickering ways. he unlocked his phone screen, his eyes shifting over to wes, before going back to his phone. "what? you spending the night or something? you can leave. your pants are by the window."

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