November 6
Dear Journal,
Here's what happened on Sunday
I walk down into the old Subway and into Wesley's cart hoping to find him and thankfully I do. Researching like a mad man. He looks up when he hears something.
"Fred" he says breathlessly. He stood up and walked over to me calmly. Touches my cheek really gently. What else do you expect from Wesley. "Is it ok?"
"I'll be fine." I merely stated and looked at him as if trying to find answers in his eyes.
"I'm sorry for yesterday Fred, I think I should of told you everything from the start."
So, Journal turns out Wesley stole Angel's only son Connor, got his throat slit. Then after I died broke some box thing hopping it would bring back me, got his memory back, and well the last thing he saw was me. My eyes were casted on the ground the entire story and when I look up at him, I see him searching my expression. I look up at him teary-eyed all upset.
"I-I understand if you want to leave." yet I do the exact opposite I lean over and kiss him.
How does one describe kissing Wesley? You can't that's the thing. There's fireworks, nuclear bombs, confetti, explosions, whistles, bells, flowers, trees, sunshine and tons more. He didn't do anything at first yet soon he kissed back and I was devoured by him and his sweet kisses. I couldn't believe it, here I am kissing Wesley, my Wesley. I feel as if I have been away from him for so long. (When technically we haven't even met yet). And trust me when I tell you, I think you don't need physical experience, only mental because did I saw wow yet? I had no thoughts going through my mind as we stood there kissing like we were going to go insane if we didn't. Yet soon I realized I had him up against the wall, and he started to kiss down my neck and uuh wow the only thing through my mind was...hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
"Fred" he whispered in my ear, for he was kissing me everywhere. "We have to stop." yet he continued to kiss me after he said it.
"Oh god I know." I replied yet neither showed no signs of stopping any time soon when suddenly a scream was heard. I recognized it. "Ami" I merely said. He looked at me confused for a moment before I said. "My friend." and with that he nodded and I quickly fixed myself to make it look like I didn't just make-out with a hot guy. Or well he was in my book. Yes he was a little bit pale, and skinny yet I know that's just how he was. Knowing Wesley that wimpy ness is going to go away soon. And as we climbed the stairs my thoughts decided that they'd go away now. There was a demon hovering over Ami. Here in broad daylight. I took one glance at Wesley and he merely nodded. I already recognized it. It was a Mero demon. Rare and deadly. He looked at me and merely whispered.
"Get your friend out of here." I merely nodded yet whispered quickly.
"When will I see you again?" he looked at me clearly upset.
"I don't know" he whispered and then ran off, a pistol in his hand. He must of grabbed it before we left. The Mero demon was about to strike Ami once until 2 bullet shots where heard. Everyone turned to see Wesley standing there smoking pistols, hair ruffled, sleeves rolled up on his oxford and top few buttons undone. Oh god he was so damm hot. So I pulled Ami away yet not with getting a glance from Wesley, who looked at me longingly with those eyes of his. Oh god I needed him now! But he was soon swarmed by other academy boys.
So here I am back at school in my dorm writing in you, missing Wesley. Missing Wesley...missing Wesley, oh and did I mention I miss Wesley? Not enough huh? Thought so. Well I better go to bed.
November 7
Dear Journal,
I feel sick, and I miss Wesley. I wrote to him, I just hope he's ok.
November 8
Dear Journal,
No response
November 14
No response from Wesley still, I sent him like 2 letters over past week. Took tests in English, real easy, took test in Demonology, real easy, took a test in Latin...not so easy. Homework.
3 page essay on vampires hunting grounds and why they like them
5 page essay on the importance of not going out after hours. (Headmistress finally caught Ashley, Ami, and I. I don't know who slipped but were in deep crud. 5 page essay about different things (School Safety, Importance of Following the rules, the meaning of being a Watcher, maturity, and probably more.) We have to do one every 2 days!
Math homework
Science homework
November 15
Dear Journal,
Do you think he's mad at me? Ami asks me why I have been so intent on checking the mail every day. I tell her I met a boy at the field trip weekend. She shakes her head and buys me pudding, paints my toe-nails, and we stay in sweats. Maybe I was wrong about Wesley...maybe he just thought I was some 17 year old fling and leave me. Maybe he doesn't know the meaning of the word commitment until he's older.
November 17
Dear Journal,
I'm so over Wesley, so so so so over. After two days of mopping I'm so over it. In fact I'm am passed him, over him, he is just a memory he's...oh screw it. I'm going out to buy myself some chocolate.
November 25,
Dear Journal,
Schools easy and Ami has officially become my best friend. She is an ex-pot smoke like me. (after gaining all the information on what pot does to ones body at Wolfram and Hart how could I not stop?) and also a science nerd like me. things are good, I'm good, I'm over Wesley. Really I am this time. I'm over him, he just seems like a dream.
December 1
Dear Journal,
According to Doyle no one has gone to the hospital at the boy's academy so now it's official I'm over Wes. I mean it's been a tiny little bit under 30 days since I last saw him. So I'm ok, life is good. Well ok maybe not perfect because I still have this empty feeling at the bottom of my heart.
