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The curly haired boy picked up his sandwich and continued to eat on it, thinking of a replie as he sattisfied his stomach’s needs. “Yeah, I could make us dinner and we could just eat it in the tree house. I think we’ll have to skip the candles because we wouldn’t want the tree to burn down.” he joked, letting out an awkward laugh before biting his lip silently. 

"Can I get you something that's not flowers? Because flowers don't really last for that long and... and I don't know." Wes scratched at the back of his neck, face unbelievably flushed, and only too late realized he was holding food in that hand. He made a small face at the crumbs now covering his skin, hoping Declan hadn't realized that. "And can we... kiss? Again?" His eyes darted around them, voice dropping minimally. "I don't mean just on Valentine's - that's too far away."

Declan looked into Wes’ eyes for few seconds-it wasn’t too late to change his plans. At the same time, he did want to be with Wes. He really did. “No…I mean… If you want to?” He started, still a bit unsure. “But I was thinking… Like I could take you out somewhere nice?” He continued, putting down his sandwich on his lap, looking down for few seconds. “We could eat something… Maybe go to the movie.” The curly haired boy shrugged and looked up at his best friend.

Really, the whole social thing about going out for dinner on Valentine's -- while he wasn't ashamed of people seeing him and Declan out and about, it wasn't really in both their spirits to go all the way like that. It'd just make for an awkward first date... and Schue had just confirmed it would be one. He took another bite out of his food, finally glancing up at his friend again.

These lips are made for talking, and that just it won't do. ...No. 

He didn’t speak much as they walked, just smiled widely and when they finally arrived at this place where there was peace and they were alone, he swung his backpack over his shoulder. “Here is for you!” He smiled, handing the blonde lad a sandiwich with ham and salad. “There are other ones after. You can pick whichever you want.” He smiled, sitting down on the ground with his own sandwich. For few seconds he stared at it, his mind clouded with only one thought. “Will you be my Valentine?” He asked suddenly, staring at his best friend nervously.

He didn't forget to smile in appreciation at the given food, munching happily with a small sigh. Declan's mom had always been the greatest cook ever. He was about to express just that, eyes lit up in genuine excitement, when his Curly spoke up. He choked, understandably, and gave the other boy a wide-eyed look. The color flared up in his cheeks again, stronger than it had been just a few minutes prior. "D'you mean if we wanna watch horror movies together like last year?" he asked, blinking owlishly.

Sadly, someone walked up to Wes which slowed him down. He couldn’t quite make out what the other guy asked Wes and he didn’t want to believe that the other male was asking his best friend out. But by the way Wes’ cheeks turned pink, he knew he had heard the right thing. For few seconds, Declan was panicking because he didn’t want Wes to leave him like that- go to some other bloke though they still had stuff to discuss. He didn’t have to worry about that for long though, because suddenly the blonde was apologizing and saying he had a valentine. Declan’s eyes widened and he just wanted to ask ‘who is your valentine?' It couldn't be him, could it? He was really confused and he didn't find words to say, so he ended up walking up to Wes, throwing his long arms around the smaller boy, hugging him tighty.

His cheek chooses to rest on Declan's chest this time around - so much better than the desk - and he might just be acting like a kid with a crush now. Which, he's not. Or, at least, he's pretty sure he wasn't. "Did you bring lunch?" is what he chooses to ask, face still heating up when he pulls himself away, glances up at his friend. "It's mystery meat Friday and I'm not a huge fan of the mystery meat they serve here. It's kinda... foul." He wets his lips anxiously, body swinging from side to side.

They were supposed to eat together so he was meeting up with the blonde in exactly 1 minute and 12 seconds. Time seem to stand still and he was sure it had been ten minutes when the bell finally rang. He picked up his stuff and rushed out, which he recieved a comment for by one of his class mates but he couldn’t care less. The curly haired boy finally arrived at his locker and stuffed his things in his locker. He was diasappointed to see that all this rushing had been useless as Wes hadn’t arrived yet. He sighed and pretended to be focused on his phone, waiting for his best friend.

Right. The bell rings, he remembers to get himself vertical again, and he's surprised on his way out the door - towards his best friend's locker - by a voice calling out his name. Wesley turns around, hand on the one strap of his backpack slung around his shoulder, and slows his steps. It takes him a few moments to comprehend what's happening - what's being asked of him - and he flushes incredibly bright when he catches sight of Declan waiting for him. "'m sorry," he mumbles out, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "Kinda already have a Valentine." And he's not sure when he discovered that but, it's a fact that is out in the open, and the admission makes his lips curve up into a little smile.

Me either, actually. Barely even been kissed. Well. Sorta.

Haven;t really heard much about you? Should I have? You’re not usual one people talk about. I’m fine, I gues. You?

Nothing, why, what'd you hear? I mean, how're you?

Okay.

I like your hair.

That’s a gift, I suppose! I mean, it’s just a mess most days but I kind of like that way. Dad? Er-I think his hair’s too short. We don’t have the same type of curls either way. Kinda?

"We don’t play anyone’s game."

I don’t understand why you need advice. You’ll probably never meet Barbara Palvin.

Because. It was Declan and he kissed me and he's my bestie and I don't know why he kissed me.