* wes .

welcome student #46 who happens to be a PUBLIC college student. around campus you have been told you look a lot like ANDRÉ LAMOGLIA. we hear that your name is WESLEY RODRIGUES and that you are 23 years old. we hear that you can be DILIGENT but also STUBBORN. lately you have been saying BEVERLY HILLS by WEEZER relates to you a lot in life, and that HEADACHES CAUSED BY RESISTING THE URGE TO ROLL HIS EYES & SPEARMINT GUM MASKING THE SMELL OF COFFEE BREATH are your most common muse. we heard you decided to major in BUSINESS at north chancellor and we can’t wait to welcome you.

vega: hush wesley. the way he had fairy lights in his hands and said i need to make this perfect for him said otherwise. he's smitten. what did you do?

vega: i suppose that is it. we do that and ant can have me tonight.

vega: no, who would we go after?

vega: no drinks. you have to be clear minded. per instructions.

vega: aren't we the perfect two to share a birthday? i was thinking of a shopping trip.

wes: ...really?

wes: what do you mean 'what did i do'? why do you just assume i did something wrong???

wes: gross. didn't need to know that.

wes: idk. i'm not really the murdering type.

wes: wtf?? it's my birthday, and i can't have a drink? that's fucked up.

Ava couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm about the sunglasses, “You can keep those, hon.” She reached out and adjusted them slightly on his nose “You look way better in those than I ever did.” It made the blonde feel good that she had made someone feel good about themselves. “Spanish sunglasses? Is that a thing? Oh, I have so much shopping to do while we are here.”

"are you sure?” wes looked over at ava to double check, pleasantly surprised by the unexpected gift. “okay, now you’re just.. making stuff up, because there’s no way that’s true.” as cute as he might feel in the shades, he was almost positive that ava had pulled them off a lot better than he did. “i mean, they’ve got like... italian shoes, and stuff, right? maybe spain is known for sunglasses.” 

vega: so you and i are going out for the day per request of that pretty boy you have of a roommate.

vega: seems like someone may have a crush on little wes.

vega: happy birthday my adoring over protective twin. i wish you knew how much i appreciate everything you do for me.

wes: really? why?

wes: ...or maybe he wants to get rid of me for the day. that's also an option, just saying.

wes: happy birthday, kid. let's go paint the town red, or whatever the expression is.

wes: wait. does that mean like, going around killing people? because that's what it sounds like.

savannah couldn’t help but to giggle as wes mentioned that he’d cleaned her puke off his jeans. she’d got absolutely wasted this one night. it ended in the dorm room becoming a big old mess.  thankfully, wes was there to lend a helping hand and she didn’t know what she’d do without him. sometimes he felt like savannah’s saving grace when she’d got into a stupid rut over someone. “i’m a terrible person. how do i spew over the only person that seems to give a fuck about me?” hook ups would come and go but savannah’s friendship with wes would hopefully be lifelong. “our second set of twins? that’s going to be a rough year from now until then for me then, huh?” savannah was not down to be getting pregnant if the odds were working in her favour for a while. “who are you seeing at the moment anyways? give me all the gossip and inside knowledge.”

“if it makes you feel any better, i’d rather be puked on by you, than anyone else in this world.” wes teased, scrunching up his nose at the memory. besides - savannah was gorgeous. there were probably dudes out there that would pay to have her puke on them. his grimace briefly grew before he shook away the mental image, focusing back on the conversation at hand instead. “sounds like it. maybe i should pick out a ring, while we’re out.” as the topic shifted to his actual dating life, not the one his mom was planning out for him, his cheeks deepened in color, gaze avoiding savannah’s as he tried his best to avoid the subject. “oh... you know. my left hand and i have been spending some quality time together, as usual.” it was a safer answer than the full truth - namely because he wasn’t entirely sure what actually was going on in that department at the moment. “how about you? break any hearts lately?” 

“I wasn’t even looking, man. How is that going to be a good picture? Your missing half my face.” He commented. Casey thought that his face was his money maker, and that’s what he based most of his feed on. Casey wasn’t someone who put pictures up all the time. He wasn’t very popular online as he didn’t promote himself much.

“duh. that’s kinda the whole point of a candid shot.” wes argued, playfully bumping his shoulder against casey’s. “it’s supposed to catch you off guard, be more real you know? otherwise... you might as well just be taking a selfie.” but hey, if that wasn’t casey’s vibe, who was he to judge? after all, he could understand the appeal of being perfectly poised. “i think we should grab a bite to eat, before we do anything else. do you agree?” 

“The round ones will do.” She looked back to herself in the mirror, fixing her hair and reviewing her stylish appearance. “Beside, I’m blonde, I’ve already got all the fun I need.” Ava reached down and scooped up the heart pair, turning back to him. She slipped the pair on his face and observed his new look, “Well don’t you just looking darling.” She complimented, smiling at him.

the smile on wesley’s face grew when the sunglasses were put over his eyes, his mood instantly lifting by at least ten percent. “damn.” he checked his reflection out in the mirror, posing a little as he did. “i should invest in a pair like this for myself. these are fun. and i look super cute.” he’d never really been the funky sunglasses type, but he was seriously starting to reconsider that. “maybe i’ll find a pair while we’re here. you know anything about spanish sunglasses?” 

“ i wasn’t ready you were trying to snap a picture of me when I wasn’t even looking…i don’t want to see that online, ” casey commented , shaking his head at the other. casey only liked social media posts that were taken by him or approved by him, as some people could be funny about some images posted online. “ oh we’re taking golden hours images?” he asked. “ see that sounds a whole lot better!”

“so, you’re not into candid shots. noted.” wesley tapped on the side of his head as if making a mental note, walking towards the front door with casey. “i’m not totally unskilled when it comes to taking pics, dude.” sure, maybe he didn’t spend all that much time curating his instagram feed, or anything like that, but it didn’t mean he didn’t know how to snap a flattering photo. “plus, you’ve already got a model look, you know? shouldn’t be too complicated.” 

savannah and wes’s personality’s were completely opposite at times but that worked for them. she was carefree and wild and couldn’t give less of a shit about other peoples opinions on her. going through life she’d had too many people trying to tell her what she could or couldn’t do. that’s when she finally decided to just roam free and live life however the fuck she wanted too. savannah reached out to take wes’s hand as the two of them started to walk out of the building. “propose to me? that’s adorable. your mom would probably be annoyed if she knew what i was actually like though. this sweet and innocent face isn’t so sweet and innocent as it seems to be.” savannah was wild and indecisive. she’d go back to wes and tell him all these crazy ass stories. hooks up were often and relationships were few - unless she was the one breaking them apart. “your mom has great taste though, wes. i’m a fucking catch.”

“oh, i’ve cleaned your puke off my jeans before.” wes scrunched up his nose as he teased savannah, finding the memories to be far funnier in retrospect than they’d been at the time. “i’m well aware of your not-so-sweet side, ms. sweet.” not that it was one he minded, however. they always had a lot of fun when that side came out to play. “in my opinion, though... the perfect spouse - for me at least - has gotta be a mixture of the two. who knows? maybe she’s right, and in ten years, we’ll be living happily ever after.” the thought of the two of them being married made him laugh, though he knew he could certainly do far worse. “but uh... trust me. you don’t want to get her hopes up. if she gets even the tiniest idea that it’s a possibility, she’ll be expecting us to be settled down with our second set of twins on the way by this time next year.” so not his own plan. 

After what seemed like her brief belief that she had once again fell in love and dropped off the center of the earths core for god knows how long to chase after both the male and female that were already deeply entangled with each other, Vega seemed to have made her way back to the school in time before they had left for Spain. “Is this like a twin bonding exercise or did mom actually want me to take the photos while you try to figure out what happened with me? She questioned as she watched him turn holding up his phone. “Wesley Rodrigues don’t you…” She began as her words halted when she was met with the flash of his phone. 

“oh, i’m sorry. have we met?” wes feigned confusion as he looked back at his sister, whom he’d hardly spoken to in what felt like months. he snapped the photo - out of spite, more than anything, before lowering his phone once again in order to narrow his eyes at her, trying to make himself look more angry and intimidating than he truly felt. after all, he knew where she’d been - getting caught up in yet another love story that had been destined to fail. it wasn’t the first time it had happened, nor had it been the first time he’d been sidelined during it, but that wasn’t going to stop him from being there for her, providing a shoulder to cry on if she needed it. “you know, i could have sworn i saw someone that looked like you back when i was in the womb, but... since then? the memories are kind of... foggy.” 

savannah had visited europe a couple of times but she couldn’t ever remember going to spain. this place seemed absolutely stunning and she was excited to find out what she could do here. people were always raving about spain, the different places to go, all of the hot people here too. “obviously! i wouldn’t want to play tourist with anyone else here.” wes seemed as good person as anyone else to walk around this country with. she trusted his tourist spots choices and ideas. savannah leaned in against the other to smile for the photo that wes was going to snap of them. she  watched as the other clicked the button a couple of times to get a few good photos of them. “she’s going to love those ones of  you! you look so handsome in them, bestie.”

whenever wes needed a little boost in his mood, savannah was his first go-to. he knew that, from time to time, he could have a terrible habit of being a bit of a grump, but with her, it never took long before she managed to wipe any trace of a frown off his face. “yeah?” he glanced over the photos before putting his phone away, holding out his hand for her to take as they left the building. “let’s just hope she doesn’t start trying to get me to propose to you, like last the last time i sent her a picture of the two of us.” 

“Dude!” Casey said, putting his hand in front of the camera for the time being. He was jet lagged and didn’t feel like he was looking his most attractive right now. The long-haired male looked at Wesley and pushed his hand down that was holding the camera in his hands. “I don’t mind walking around Spain to look at the tourist attractions, but can we not take anymore of me when I’m looking awful and exhausted?” He asked.

“alright, alright.” with a sigh, wesley dropped his phone back into his pocket, giving in to casey’s request. even if, in his opinion, the dude still looked perfectly fine. “i’ll wait for some perfect lighting, and i’ll make sure to help you find your angle. deal?” chuckling, he nodded towards the front door of the building, out in the direction of the city. “come on. let’s head out, find the perfect spot for golden hour.”