A/N: Hey guys! Carroll here! So this is quite literally my first fanfic with dialogue. I'm not sure how I feel about the first chapter, but I promise, there will be more to come! I hope you like what I have so far, and any helpful advice is much appreciated! Reviews are love!
~Carroll
"Alright Warblers, settle down!" Wes was having a tough week, he had at least two tests every day this week, not to mention homework. He was stressed, and he knew it, he kept blowing up at everyone over every little thing. If he isn't careful, he's going to end up saying things he doesn't mean. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and brought his hand up to bring his gavel down on the council table.
"Fine, meeting dismissed!" The rest of the Warblers filtered out of the room, friends linking up, Nick stopped to kiss Jeff.
"Wes, are you alright?" He felt a hand on his should. Turning to look at his boyfriend, "Yes David, I'm fine." He said through gritted teeth. David looked skeptical, "Are you sure?" he said.
"You know what David, no! I am not sure. I'm sick of my teachers, tired of all the tests. There aren't enough hours in the day to do all of my homework." Wes was practically yelling, waving his arms around for the entirety of his rant.
David opened his mouth but was cut off by Wes "- and you know what, David? I'm sick of you too!"
The silence of the room was deafening. Wes and David just stood a few feet apart, staring at each other. David had an unreadable expression on his face.
"Davie, I, I'm so sorry I didn't mean-" David didn't stick around long enough to hear Wes's apology. He turned on his foot and left quickly.
Wes just stood there, staring at the spot where David was just standing. What have I just done? He thought, My boyfriend... I just told David I was sick of him. Tired of him. What is the matter with me? The one constant in my life. The most important thing in my life! Wes could feel the tears of frustration, and anger threaten to fall. He swiped the back of his hand roughly against his eye and left the Warbler Hall.
