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[gwenivere rose young]

It took a lot to bring Gwen down. Seriously, the girl was clinically cheerful; but today was really pushing her buttons. Nothing seemed to be going to way she wanted it to, and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why. She had woken up this morning to find that something was wrong with her hot water, forcing her to take a quick cold shower. At work, she felt like the kids were trying to upset her—there were more fights than usual between them, and a lot of them were restless. The warm weather made them want to spend all their time outside, and so eventually she gave up with her lesson plans for the day and let them play on the playground.

After work, the young woman had been planning to meet her boyfriend in the forest reserve; little did he know that she was going to rush home and get together homemade sandwiches and some iced tea she had set to brew that morning. But an inquisitive parent kept her behind after work, giving her only enough time to run into the market and grab premade sandwiches and some bottled teas. Finally, she arrived at the forest preserve, flustered and more than a little disappointed in the day’s happenings.

Walking through the trees, Gwen tried to take calming breaths and clear her head of all the nonsense that was crowding it. It was so hard for the woman not to worry about things; she worried about her job, and every single day she questioned whether or not she was doing a good enough job. Was she being too strict with the children, or not strict enough? Was she teaching them important social and learning skills, was she living up to the standards of the parents who sent their children to her? She liked to think that she did, but maybe it wasn’t enough. She worried about her father, who seemed lonely with her out of the house, and who was having a harder time taking care of himself these days. She worried about her relationship would Wes, and if certain people being in town again would disrupt it.

So as she walked farther into the preserve—to a clearing that the two occasionally went to relax or just spend time when the weather was nice—she tried to think of calming things. She tried to think of how nice it was to have her friends all home again, and how nice it was that Aly was getting married. How, in her mind, it was only a matter of time before she was doing the same. That thought finally brought a smile to Gwen’s fully, rosy lips.

When she arrived in the clearing, Gwenivere Rose was surprised to find that Wesley was not already there waiting for her. She was, after all, a good fifteen minutes late. Sighing, she tossed her purse to the ground and sat down, crossing her legs in front of her delicately. She opened the her purse and pulled out one of the bottles of tea, opening and taking a long gulp. Closing her eyes, Gwen tipped her head back to let her face feel the warm rays of the sun, her long blond hair swinging behind her, gently grazing the grass. The few minutes of silence were the most relaxing moments she’d had all day.

Suddenly, there was a rustling in the grass, causing Gwen to start, and the tea slipped out of her thin fingers, pouring freezing, red tea down the front of her dress and pooling into her lap. She shrieked from the shock of the cold, jumping to her feet. Holding the dress as far away from her skin as she could, Gwen turned around to try and figure out what it was that had startled her.

tags: Wesley
words: 639
muse: pretty good.
outfit: floral fun .
notes: I feel like first posts are always fail for me
credit: all to moi .

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[wesley rupert king]

Wesley was late. He knew this, and it was actually the point. He had plans. Sweet plans that meant surprising his girlfriend. To do this though, sadly he needed to make her wait a little. Sure, she may get a little upset at first, but hopefully when he showed up with the surprise, all would be forgiven. He had it on fairly good grounds that she would like his surprise, but still. It was not ideal in Wes’ mind to think that he would upset her, even for a minute. Even if his intentions were completely honourable. What decent boyfriend wanted to upset their girl anyway?

He was giving her a puppy. Yes, he was. He hadn’t exactly planned it like that. When they’d first come up with the idea to have a picnic after she finished work, he had not created the event just for that purpose. He’d just been at a friend’s house that day. Catching up, playing some video games. Just enjoying his day off before he got to see Gwen. Now, his friend’s dog had just had puppies, which, being the big hearted lad that he was, Wesley had somewhat fallen for the smallest puppy; the runt of the litter. Considering his own dog wasn’t very social, keeping it himself really wasn’t an option. Giving it to Gwen though, that was an idea with merit.

Once the decision had been made, he spent the rest of the afternoon rushing around the place, collecting all the things a puppy could need or want. A bowl, a leash, food, toys, a doggie bed, you name it- he bought it. Pilling it all in his car to ultimately transport to Gwen’s house. By the time he was done, there wasn’t much room for him and the animal left in his little two-door hatch back. He managed to find some though. He only hoped he’d given Gwen enough time to arrive and get situated. Fifteen minutes should have been, she was known for being punctual, after all.

Once his car was parked in the reserve’s car-park, he let himself and the puppy out. Deciding against lugging all the things down to their spot. Except the water bowl and bottle of water he’d brought.. In case the poor dog got thirsty. He’d already fed him between errands so he shouldn’t be hungry.. Maybe he should bring the dog-treats just in case? With the leash in one hand, and the picnic basket with his additions to their feast plus the puppy’s goodies in the other, he made his way through the grass. Towards the spot he hoped his girlfriend would be waiting.

Once they were within site, Wesley bend town quietly. He’d come up from behind her. That was perfect. He undid the leash, and aimed the affectionate little puppy to the blonde. Unfortunately, Gwen heard the twig under his shoe snap, causing her to start and spill her tea. As she turned, the puppy reached her, jumping up. It then started to try and lick her clean. Oh, he really didn’t think that entrance through, did he? Moving quickly over, he set his basket down. “Oh god. Sorry Gwennie! Didn’t mean to startle you!”

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[gwenivere rose young]

It was cold. Very, very, very cold. Gooseflesh ran up Gwen’s legs as she turned, delicately holding her dress away from her body. The delicate sundress would dry quickly, but it still wasn’t the most pleasant feeling. While she planned on immediately wringing out the worst of the liquid, a distraction in the form of a small fast puppy darting at her legs. He stood on her hind legs at her feet, resting his front paws on her legs as he licked happily at the liquid dripping from her dress. Looking down, Gwen’s blue eyes widened. She loved animals. It was just an extension of her need to take care of things. Puppies needed love and cuddling and feeding and training. All things that Gwen was more than delighted to provide. With a small shriek of delight the young woman swept the small dog up into her arms, it’s little tail battering her arm as she did so. The puppy clamored to get to her face, licking her face with his small rough tongue. His little paws were scratching at her chest a bit, but she hardly noticed. ”Sweetie! It’s okay, you know how easily I get scared.”

The puppy was getting restless, so Gwen released him from her loving arms back onto the ground, where he began running back and forth between the two, jumping and yelping excitingly. She grinned at Wesley, ”Who’s this little guy? He’s so cute!!” At this point, she had completely forgotten that he had been late; it was much less interesting than the fact that there was an entirely adorable teeny tiny dog, and she wanted to know how long it would be staying in their lives. Knowing that Wes could hardly take in another dog, her heart hoped that it was for her, but she wouldn’t make any assumptions; perhaps he was just dog-sitting after all. Gwen was not the type to ever expect that someone else had done something for her—she

Gwen made her way though the grass to her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his neck as she leaned up for a kiss. It was slow and sweet, and she smiled happily against his lips before pulling away. The puppy seemed entirely displeased to have the attention taken away from him, because he was now going crazy, running circles around the couple as they kissed. At that moment, Gwen barely noticed. Her mind was busy thinking about Wesley’s lips against hers, and her fingers gently caressing the nape of his neck. It was moments like these, with the sun shining down on both of them, that she felt most content. She imagined moments like coming along in her life for years and years to come, and it made the young woman’s heart race just thinking about it.

Big blue eyes opening up slowly, Gwen stepped away from the man in front of her, saying quietly, ”I don’t want to get you all sticky,” She motioned to her stained dress she was wearing for evidence. Fortunately, the sun was hot enough that discomfort wouldn’t last long; her biggest concern was that it might stain. She tipped her head to the side, ”So, how was your day, baby? Exciting it looks like. ..” She walked back over to her bag, which the puppy was trying hard to nudge his little nose into. She gently pulled it away, and showed Wes that she had sandwiches inside. ”I hope you’re in the mood for a little picnic!” She pouted a bit, looking up at him as she sat in the grass and the puppy began to lick at her again, ”I had sandwiches made, and sun tea, but I didn’t have time to go home and get it. Nothing has been going right today!” She let the little dog stumble into her lap, laughing, ”Although this more than makes up for it!” Realizing she had been rambling for quite a few minutes, the blond closed her mouth and waited for a response.

tags: Wesley
words: 668
muse: puppies help
outfit: floral fun .
notes: non
credit: all to moi .

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[wesley rupert king]

Before Wesley even had the chance to explain who the puppy was and why he had brought him, the girl was up and her lips were against his. He liked this. The kissing thing. She was always so soft and delicate. And her lips always tasted so sweet. It was just nice. That was really the only word he could use to describe these moments. And that wasn’t a bad thing. They weren’t about sex. These sorts of kisses were slow and sweet. They made Wesley feel loved and needed. Which was rather important to him these days. He liked to feel cared for and comforted. Which was a large part of the reason he was so taken with Gwen. She was such a nurturing soul. He really loved that about her.

Wrapping his arms around the girl, Wesley drew her in close. One of his hands was full, what with the bottle of water and a bowl. So he just left that arm around her neck. The other hand moved to run through her golden hair. Pushing it behind her ear. Finger-tips stroking her skin. Her cheek was so soft. He liked it. He could hear the puppy yapping at them, running around. Clearly the poor little tyke was just a little jealous of the attention being shifted from him. He’d have to get used to it, because Wesley wouldn’t like being ignored for the dog... At all.

Grinning against her lips, he pulled her a little closer for a moment before letting her go. Arms reluctantly dropping from her. Gwen always seemed to end their kisses before Wesley was really ready to let them go. He never said anything about it though. He didn’t want to hurt her. He knew she had less experience then he did, and he never wanted her to feel pressured into anything she wasn’t ready for. He always felt like he needed to be so careful about her. Like one wrong move could ruin everything. He’d never do anything to hurt her, not intentionally. But he was a man... with manly needs. You know? That was probably why he never let their kisses get too sexual. In case things got too far.

Wriggling his eyebrows, he tried not to chuckle. “I like you all sticky..” he teased. Following her over to her handbag. Picking up the puppy. The poor little tyke was so restless. He just wanted to be loved. They had that in-common. Wesley and the puppy. That wasn’t un-natural though, the desire to be loved. Dropping her dog’s things, he held the puppy in one hand as he glanced into Gwen’s bag. “Aw, baby it all looks so delicious. Don’t fret about not getting the home-made ones.” He leant over and kissed her forehead. She was so very sweet.

Ah, so she’d had a bad day? Well then. Wasn’t it just the luck that he had this surprise for her? He smiled to himself. It felt good to be able to do something nice to make someone else happy. Especially when they needed cheering up. Setting the puppy back down, Wesley sat down next to Gwen. Kissing her cheek affectionately. “He’s yours you know, the puppy...” He said softly, smirking a little.

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[gwenivere rose young]

There was not a single thing that Gwen could ever thing of negatively about Wes. He was so good to her, it was almost criminal. The truth was, they were good to each other. They had the perfect give and take and showing of affection. She hoped that Wes felt the same way she did, because if that was the case, it was only a matter of time until they were happily married. These were the sort of things that Gwen stayed up thinking about at night, the things that made her smile slowly in the morning, and during her busiest moments at work. Her life was falling into place, that was all Gwen ever wanted.

Chills ran up the girl’s spine from Wesley’s touch, the way it did every time he was close to her. The sensation of his fingertips though her hair and against her cheek was heavenly. She happily reciprocated, her fingers rubbing gently against the short hairs at the nape of his neck. She could stand like that all day, soaking up the sun and snuggling with her boyfriend. And that’s exactly what she intended to do for a little while. Well, with limitations of course. She never let them go very far, scared that she would forget herself in his kisses and do something she regretted.

Gwen always wondered how it was that Wesley was so patient with her. So understanding of her resistance and their… well, lack of intimacy. Gwen often wondered, especially at times like these, when Gwen wondered why she was so strict about these things. Sometimes she wished that she would just let loose and stop being so tight laced. But it was something so ingrained into her nature, her very being, that it was very rare that the young woman even considered changing her ways. A blush ran over her features at Wes’s comment; he had a knack for doing that.

That was neither here nor there at this point. The young girl smiled gleeful as Wes kissed her forehead; she basked in his affection and delighted in making him happy. She was the type of person who loved to take care of people, and Wes was so appreciative of the things she did for him. It was worth it to her just to know she was doing things for others, but to have his thanks made it that much better. She tipped her head to the side, ”Why don’t you wait until you taste them, alrighty?” She told him, giggling.

Gwen snuggled against Wes’s shoulder when he kissed her cheek, scooting closer to the man. She watched the puppy chase a butterfly, giggling at his antics. The puppy was so full of life, so happy and excited. Its energy was contagious. She turned her head around and stared at Wesley, her already large eyes as wide as saucers. ”Really? For me? You didn’t have to do that!” The girl thew her arms around his neck, giving him a fierce hug, ”Oh babe, thanks so much! What are we gonna call him?” Her smile was stretched from ear to ear, ”This is making up for my day so much, you don’t even know!”

tags: Wesley
words: 533
muse: puppies help ;D
outfit: floral fun .
notes: non
credit: all to moi .

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[wesley rupert king]

It was easy to make someone happy. Honestly, Wesley just could not understand why more people didn’t put that small amount of effort in that it took to see someone smile. Then, he’d always been that way. Always been the sort to do the little things in life to please other people. It was just his mindset and he really couldn’t understand why those around him didn’t see that it wasn’t a chore to make others happy. It depressed him sometimes; how little other people did for each other. In his opinion, the world would run a lot smoother if people just acted a little nicer towards those around him. Not everyone thought like him though.

Gwen didn’t need to know that the puppy hadn’t cost him anything. Nor that it was just a spur of the moment thing. Those were small details that just made him seem humble. So many people that actually did do kind things for others tried to down-play it by being humble. Humility was a good thing, he’d agree with that. Some people though, just took it way too far. Be proud of the fact you are doing something nice for those around you. Smile, accept their gratitude, and don’t try to hide behind the ‘it was nothing’ line. The fact you thought of them at all was something.

Accepting the hug from his girlfriend, Wesley pulled her into him a little. Squeezing her slightly and giving her temple a soft kiss. “It makes me happy to know I made your day darling. The poor thing needed a mother, and I couldn’t think of anyone better to take care of him.” He released her from his grip, turning his focus to the bottle of water and bowl he had previously placed in the grass. Turning the bowl over, he filled it with the bottled water. Ready for when the puppy got thirsty. He’d fed it just before, so hopefully it wouldn’t be too hungry. Though he was sure that being the suckers they both were, the animal would end up with chunks of their sandwiches.

“Hmm..” Wesley tilted his head to the side. Trying to consider possible names for the little tyke. He wasn’t one for calling animal’s human names, unless it was after an awesome character or something like that. In that case it was super cool. Gwen though, seemed more like a cutesy animal name person. He was a male puppy though, so it needed to be some-what gender appropriate. This was hard. “What about something food related?” Trust Wesley to bring food into it. He was always thinking of his stomach. “Cocoa or Muffin? He looks really sweet, so seems fitting he should be named after sweet things.”

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[gwenivere rose young]

Gwen couldn’t help but be delighted by how her day was turning out. After al the nonsense that she had dealt with that morning, it was so nice to at least let it all go with a relaxing afternoon, and the fact that involved a puppy was only icing on the cake. She wasn’t the type of girl who dealt with her own stress or mishaps very well—she was much better suited to helping other people with their problems then handling her own. When things went wrong, like the hot water heater breaking, she was much more likely to ignore it until someone came along and yelled at her for not calling a plumber or whatever it was that took care of those things—she honestly didn’t know.

It wasn’t that she wanted other people to take care of her; the young woman just distracted herself so much with other people’s problems that by the time she remembered she had things to take care of, she just didn’t really care enough to get it done. Which was fine, as long as someone popped into her house everyone once in a while to ensure it wasn’t falling apart or anything. It occurred to the girl that she should probably clean the house to make sure that the puppy wouldn’t be able to get into anything that would hurt him, seeing as right now it looked like a tornado had hit it. Gasping, she said to Wesley, “Oh dear, I need to puppy-proof my place!” She wondered how long it would take to get everything together—after all, it was quite a disaster. She needed to pick up clothes that were laying all around the tiny house, and take out the multiple bags of trash sitting by her back door, and she should probably wash the horrendous pile of dishes growing in the sink. It had been quite a while since she had done a thorough cleaning.

Frowning, Gwen looked up at Wesley with a crease of worry forming on her forehead, “I hope so… I’ve never had a real pet before. My dad is allergic to practically everything, and it just never occurred to me once I moved out.” A worm of distress wiggled it’s way into her thoughts; what if she forgot to feed him, or walk him, or what if he ate something bad and got sick? She wouldn’t be able to live with herself! Watching Wesley fill the bowl of water, she decided to busy herself preparing the sandwiches as a distraction from her nerve-wracking thoughts. Reaching into her purse, her slender fingers pulled out the pre-packaged snack, carefully pulling them open so that they wouldn’t spill into the grass.

A carefree laugh slipped from Gwen’s lips as she listened to Wes’ suggestions; it was so like him to want to name an animal after a food. She stared at the puppy, tipping her head to the side, “Muffin is so adorable! I love that…. I think his name should be Blueberry Muffin, because that offers a lot of nicknames. We can call him Blue, or Berry, or Blueberry, or Muffin!” After all, wasn’t Gwen just the type to want to have an unnecessary amount of nicknames for one little dog? She turned and handed Wes his sandwich, watching as the puppy came over to sniff the food in their hands. “Oh no… please don’t beg! This food is no good for puppies!” The girl cried, holding the sandwich away from Muffin. She was such a sucker for giving animals food, but it always made her feel guilty later.

tags: Wesley
words: 602
muse: goooood. I missed them <3
outfit: floral fun .
notes: non
credit: all to moi .

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[wesley rupert king]

Wesley knew that Gwen often forgot to look after herself. But that didn’t worry him at all. She’d be fine with the puppy because it wasn’t herself she was looking after. The young man knew is girlfriend well enough to know that she was actually incapable of not looking after something small and cute. She’d be fine; she just needed to have faith in herself. That was all. If she was worried though, Wesley would be around to help. He was a well seasoned dog owner from way back when, so he knew the ins and outs of puppy raising. It wasn’t too hard really. Besides if you forgot to feed it, the puppy barked at you enough times to jog your memory. That was the most important thing.

Smirking, Wesley tried not to laugh. He knew what a mess her house was in. He found it rather cute actually. She was right though, it would need to be cleaned up and animal proofed for Mr. Blueberry here. Wesley could already tell that he was a curious little thing who’d love to explore everything he shouldn’t in Gwen’s house. “It’s okay, I’ll come back with you today and help you clean up and get him settled in his new house.” He really wouldn’t mind. It wasn’t as though cleaning was his most favoured past time, but with Gwen he was sure he could find some pleasure in it. They usually found the joy in mundane tasks when they were together.

Chuckling, he scooped the puppy up in his hands. “Not your food Muffin, and don’t go making those eyes at my girl. She’s a sucker for them.” He gave the puppy a playful bop on the nose, and set him down beside the bowl of water. Hoping that would hold his attention while they ate. And it did, just not in the way it should. Instead of drinking it, the young dog took to stepping into the bowl, splashing around, then getting out. Only to hop back in again. It was a warm day, and the bowl was large for such a small dog. So really he couldn’t blame the tyke. Still though, it looked like he was going to get in trouble a lot.

Picking up his own sandwich, he took a bite. The young man had been so busy organizing things for the newly named Blueberry Muffin that he’d plum forgot to feed himself. So it wouldn’t have really mattered at all what she had brought to eat. He just would have been thankful for food. “These are really good.” He complimented, taking another bite. He knew that Gwen hadn’t made them, but he still felt the need to compliment her.

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[gwenivere rose young]

To be perfectly frank, the state of her house was a bit embarrassing to the girl. She avoided bringing friends over, and really only thought of it as the place she went to sleep and get ready—things that weren’t important because she did them alone and they didn’t benefit anyone but herself. But now, with Blueberry around she would have to keep the place tidy. Gwen remembered vividly that she used to be very good at keeping things clean, back when she lived with her parents and they enforced those sorts of things. So it was just an old habit that she had to pick up again, for the sake of the puppy. Nonetheless, she felt silly having Wes help her, seeing as it was her own mess. She did realize, however, that they would need warm water if she was ever to give the poor little guy a bath. “That’s okay baby… You’ve already gotten me a puppy! I think I can manage cleaning… but, do you know who I would call about a problem with my water heater?” She bit her lip sheepishly, feeling a little silly for even asking.

Giggling and blushing, Gwen couldn’t help but silently agree that she was a sucker for a lot of things, and puppy eyes was certainly one of them. Whether they were actually made by a puppy or a person was a little irrelevant—it all affected her. It was how most of their friends in high school had talked the meek girl into doing things she was anxious or unsure about; the parties and the sneaking out and all those things that teenagers did when they wanted to feel more grown than they were. It was weird—thinking back on those times when she was firmly settled into a relationship with Max, and Wesley was madly in love with Kennedy. Sometimes those old days seemed a hundred years away, other times she could swear it was just yesterday…

The splashing of water from the puppy startled Gwen out of her reminiscing, and she shook her head a little to wipe away the thoughts and focus on here and now, when she was happier than she’d ever been. Everything was falling neatly into place and that was all that mattered; the past was the past—it couldn’t be changed and she didn’t want it to, but she didn’t want to dwell on it either. A shrill laugh escaped her as the puppy played in the water, and she continued to laugh, thinking of how much fun it was going to be to have the little guy around the house. “Wesley, he’s so cute! It’s too much! I know I thanked you already but…. I really do appreciate it. I can already tell we’re going to get along splendidly, me and Muffin here.”

Munching on her sandwich, Gwen continued to watch the puppy play with a content smile on her face. “I’m glad you like them! I just sort of grabbed them; now that I think about it I don’t even think I looked to see what kind they were. They are pretty good thought.” Sitting in relative quiet for a moment, she continued to eat the sandwich, thinking about things like their friends’ upcoming wedding, and how she was constantly debating with herself as to whether she should ask Wesley to move in with her. Her shyness prevented her from actually offering, even though she felt they had been dating long enough for it to make sense… Glancing over at the male, she smiled and ignored those thoughts. “So… how are things, Honey?” They talked regularly enough for her think there was probably not much she didn’t already know, but it was always nice to ask.
tags: Wesley
words: 627
muse: gooooood
outfit: floral fun .
notes: <3
credit: all to moi

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[wesley rupert king]

Wesley rested back on one arm. Watching his girlfriend. She really did seem happy, like really happy. It pleased Wesley to make her happy, but he couldn’t help but consider ideas of how he could show her thanks. One particular idea in general. He didn’t like spending a lot of time dwelling on this; but the more time that passed, the more he felt like it was kinda time for something. They were both adults and while he respected and loved that she had such strong ideals, he also believed he was the right guy. He’d never intentionally hurt her- or any girl for that matter. Wesley had such respect for females. More than that though, they loved each other didn’t they?

The last thing he wanted to do was pressure her into anything, he’d already said that to himself several times. But perhaps it could be a discussion? Something they could talk about and consider together. That was the way it worked in relationships wasn’t it? Both partners made choices together instead of it all just being up to the one person. Not that most things in their relationship were decided singly. Just this one thing. He got it though, how important it was to her. Maybe if it were his first time he’d feel differently too? It was a pretty big thing way back when with Kennedy.

The past wasn’t something they talked much about. Considering they had been in the same group of friends throughout school they already knew a lot of it. Besides Wesley did not like hearing about Gwen and Max. With everything he knew that happened not only between Kennedy and Max, but he knew what Kennedy had told him about Alyson and Max. Let’s just face it, Max was not one of his favourite people. He’d hit him before and he’d do it again. No questions asked. He’d lose, but he’d hit him again. He was rather a protective person over females and just couldn’t condone the way the Heaton treated women.

Gwen’s voice pulled Wes out of his reverie. Looking up, he grinned at her. He wasn’t too sure what she had said but that didn’t matter. He had his own things to say. “Hey look Gwennie.” He started, smiling softly at her. “I want to help you clean, so don’t worry. But I was wondering, after we clean could we maybe talk about something?” He tilted his head to the side, watching her. “Like it’s not bad or anything. Maybe we could cook a nice romantic dinner and talk about.. this thing?” He wasn’t sure how subtle he was being; if she had any idea at all what he was talking about. It was probably better if she didn’t though.

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[gwenivere rose young]

It was true—Gwen was happy. She was the type of person who liked to be surrounded by the people she loved, and she was also the type to love stability; familiarity. When everyone had been off going to college, living and growing and changing far from home, Gwen had felt a little lonely and hadn’t liked the change. Sure, she’d enjoyed college and was glad to have experience it. But having everyone home, having a boyfriend, a workplace she went to every day; these things were comforting to the young woman. She felt more whole and content than she had in a long time. Still, she was scared to rock the boat. Scared to not do things the right way. She’d always had some odd desire to be good, to do things the proper way and hold herself up to some unseen standard and expectation. Maybe it was because that was how her mother had been, in those dreamy memories she had of her, and her father’s stories of the time they’d spent together.

Perhaps that was why she held Wesley at such arms length—rather literally. Growing up, one of the morals instilled to her by her strict but loving father, who often worried that the lack of a mother figure in her teen years would set her off track, had always told her to be cautious around men; to wait till marriage; to be pure and good and right. And there was something about waiting that seemed romantic and special to Gwen. All of these thoughts swirled around her mind whenever she thought about the concept of going any farther with her boyfriend, although to be honest she didn’t think about it all that often. It was one of those things that didn’t cross her mind because it wasn’t part of her daily life. But every once in a while, while she was lying by herself in her little bungalow, or she was kissing Wesley in the summer sun, the thought flittered across her mind and made her nervous.

Gwen tipped her head to the side, her long blond waves tumbling over her shoulder and brushing lightly against the tall grass. Her brow furrowed in confusion—it wasn’t like Wesley to not respond to direct questions, and she’d asked more than one. She understood instantly that he hadn’t really been listening and must have something on his mind. Some girls might have turned his absentmindedness into a fight. Didn’t you hear me? Why aren’t you listening? But Gwen wasn’t the sort to start a fight over little things. She’d rather go with the flow than get into a tiff over something that wasn’t a big deal. She never instigated or made a big deal of things, even though in some instances she probably should have. It wasn’t as if she had been really talking about anything important. The distracted look on his face made her nervous, as did what he had to say next.

”Sure baby, if you want to help then I won’t stop you.” She tossed the empty sandwich wrapper into her purse, then took a sip of her tea as she tried to think about what he could possibly talk about. Her heart fluttered in her chest, wondering if it could be anything exciting—maybe he would ask to move in. Maybe, against all odds, their friends’ wedding and her steady hints had finally gotten to him, and he wanted to propose. But surely he wouldn’t warn her of that? Giving him a smile that she hoped wasn’t strained, Gwen continued, ”Of course, that sounds great. Is everything okay?”

tags: Wesley
words: 650
muse: gooooood
outfit: floral fun .
notes: other reply will be up tomorrow c:
credit: all to moi

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