emblem3 one shot

Imagine

Having to see Keaton changing in front of you.

“Keaton, what are you doing?” you ask him, interrupting the conversation that you were having with Drew.

“What does it look like what I’m doing, I’m changing,” Keaton said.

Your eyes slowly scanned his body, admiring his amazing body. HIs stony abs were looking great and his V-lines were perfectly sculpted. You didn’t knew you were looking too hard until Drew caught you off.

“Ooohh, (Y/N), are you loving that peep show back there?” Drew teased you while liftng his eyebrows to Keaton’s direction. “I know I’m loving it." 

"Maybe little bit too much,” you smirked before you heard Keaton grunting.

“This thing is stupid,” Keaton said with frustration, tugging his swimsuit up.

“Do you need some help?” you ask him.

Keaton immediately smiled, “Yes please.”

Again

Rated MA 

Frustrated you let out a grunt out of annoyance as you threw off the bed sheets exposing you in your bra and underwear. Retreating your hand from between your legs you let out a sigh. It’s been almost 30 minutes and you couldn’t get yourself to reach that state of “zen” that you desperately needed. You did everything that you could but you knew you needed the real thing.

You reached over to your phone to scroll through your contacts looking for his name. When you got to his name you lingered over the call button for a few seconds before tapping it and then holding it to your ear, hearing it ring.

“Why are you calling me?” he answered amused, you can almost hear his smile on the other line.

Taking the direct route you simply answered “I’m horny” in a quiet voice.

“Oh? Is that so Y/N?” his tone was different now. It was deeper. His voice sent shivers from your ear all the way to between your legs.

“Yes, Wesley. That is so.”

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Drew Imagine~Dramatic

We sat there at that table for I don’t know how long. Neither of us said a word, we were silent, the only noise was the small chatter in the background and the grinding of coffee. I don’t know exactly how it go to this but I know one thing for sure, neither of us saw this coming. If you saw us a couple months ago this silence would be unimaginable. But I guess thats fate, and time continues to move on. I used to look forward to the day he would be back from tour but as the date approached I began to wish tour lasted forever. His blank expressions inform its the same for him as well. This was the 12th time i heard coffee being made, and this isnt a popular cafe- we’ve been here for a long time this is going nowhere. I place both my hands on the table and look him in the eyes, “well if were done here, I’ll be going”. His eyes flashed with disappointment for a second then returned to his glassy eyed stare. I slid my bag on my shoulder, grabbed my copy and made my way out the door. He didnt even say one word. Not one. I feel a pain in my chest, maybe i’m not as over him as i thought. But this pain doesn’t take back what he did, what I did. We had our fair share of equal mistakes, we each got close with other people and stopped communicating for a good 3 weeks. He at bars, and me in tears at home. Why am I still thinking about it were done, over? Why is he so hard damn to get over. It’s just Drew. Oh, drew why dont you love me anymore? I remember living for those 3 am conversations we add, snow fights at christmas, those scary movies you made me watch so you had a reason to hold me. I miss you. I was reminiscing on those memories i didnt even realize where my feet had taken me, the beach. Our beach. My toes sunk into the sand, but my gaze remained on the horizon. What had we done? There was so much more to us than this, i thought it was love.. The sand next to me sunk, someones sitting next to me but what does it matter he’s there and im here. “You know we weren’t done there” it’s him, my head immediately turned to my side, but he wasnt looking at me. “I dont know, you werent saying anything, and i dont know where to begin”, i let a tear stream down my cheek. “I was trying to find the right words to tell you i still care about you, no matter what happens” oh God no, thats it his break-up speech. Even if we werent together together i thought it was all okay because somewhere somehow we still had that title. “Drew, you dont need to say it, I know were done” “were not done, i dont ever see me getting over you y/n” “you will, ive seen them theyre all beautiful, your fans. Theyre better for you then i will ever be” Thats when he actually looked at me. “Dammit stop. You were the best damn thing, that anyone could ever want. Do you think that this is easy for me?! Because i can assure you it is not, nothing makes sense. I thought that this is what i wanted but when you left that cafe i felt broken, hell it took balls not to break down in there! I fucking loved you, I love you. Dont make this anymore difficult and dont lie because i know you wished i would follow you. Wish granted im here” “Drew, I”. “No, y/n dont say your sorry tell me do you want me, this relationship?” Yes, hell yes. “Yes” “Then we need to go unpack your bags”.

Prompts

I put together a list of prompts so send me some requests!!!

1. “Come over here and make me”
2. “I trusted you!”
3. “Let’s go, right now, just You, and I”
4. “How can I hate someone so much, yet love them even more?”
5. “Please, just don’t leave me”
6. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
7. “I almost lost you”
8. “I’d wait forever, as long as I could be with you in the end”
9. “Let’s play a game. With no rules!”
10. “Teach me how to play”
11. “Give me one last dance”
12. “I’m only going to ask you once more”
13. “Just, do one last thing. Kiss me”
14. “Hey, I’m with you okay? Always”
15. “We need to talk”
16. “Are you jealous”
17. “You did this, all for me?”
18. “You need me just as much as I need you”
19. “Promise me”
20. “I thought you loved me”
21. “You don’t have any right to say that”
22. “No matter where you are, or who you’re with, I will always truly, completely, love you”
23. “Two can play at this game”
24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this”
25. “You think you’re the only one that’s suffering here?”
26. “Just do it!”
27. “I’m pregnant”
28. “Marry me?”
29. “I thought you were dead”
30. “You want to bet?”
31. “Nothing has ever scared me more than being with you”
32. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified”
33. “I’m never going to leave you”
34. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to bed”
35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off”
36. “The sun could burn out, and the whole world could die, but I’d still be utterly in love with you”
37. “Just say it, once more”
38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go  to such extremes..
39. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
40. “No one has ever made me feel more special than you have”
41. “Stop complaining, you know you love it”
42. “I’m fed up of your stupid games”
43. “You don’t have to change for me”
44. “Will you just accept that I am hopelessly in love with you, and there’s nothing you can do that will change that”
45. “I’ll get you back for that”
46. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this”
47. “There’s something I need to tell you”
48. “You think I need you? Because I don’t”
49. “Well, this is awkward…”
50. “If you really love me, you’ll let me go”
51. “Oh my god what happened?”
52. “Who did this to you?”
53. “Why is it always you?”
54. “You always say that, and you’re always wrong”
55. “I did not expect this”
56. “I told you this would happen”
57. “It’s not my fault!”
58. “I didn’t do it!”
59. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
60. “Give it back!”
61. “Please, just don’t hurt ______”
62. “Just shut up and kiss me”
63. “That’s it, I can’t do this anymore”
64. “I hate you so much”
65. “Because I love you god damn it!”
66. “We shouldn’t be doing this”
67. “What could go wrong?”
68. “I didn’t know you could do that”
69. “We’re getting too old for this”
70. “i never stopped loving you, i just stopped showing it “
71.“Hey, so I kind of made a deal to save you and you just need to let me go and do this, I promised you I wouldn’t let you get hurt, I intend to keep that promise now let me go!” “Where are you going?” “I gave myself over to our enemy.”
72. “can you help me hide a body?”
73. “My parents won’t get off my back about getting a significant other and they’re having a get together in a few days, please pretend to be in a relationship with me. This has nothing to do with the fact that I am head over heels for you but it is sure as hell a nice bonus!”
74. “I had to break your heart to keep you safe and now you’re mad at me but I still like you.”
75. “Hey, you don’t me but I promise you, you’re going to be okay. I’m going to stay right here for you.”
76. “They say three leaf clovers bring luck right? Well I found one and wished on it and then you came along so I guess they’re right!”
77. “Is this yours?”

Numbers 75 and 76 are ones I made myself :)) As always send me a number and a person!

Frustration

Rated MA

All night you could feel the sexual tension between you and Drew: at the movies, at dinner and now at the club where you two were dancing. You guys weren’t the only ones who noticed it; your friends that you guys had gone out with all kept giving you that knowing look when you and Drew would tease each other.

On the dance floor you guys were dancing together, your back to his chest, your ass to his crotch. You head was leaned back to the side against his shoulder giving Drew access to your neck as he kissed it softly as you grinded against him. You moaned quietly so only he could hear, you felt his lips curve into a smile. He turned you around and leaned down into your ear.

“I need you. Now.”

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Imagine...

 

You and Keaton had just begun dating and your parents weren’t sure if he was the one for you. The two of them decided to go out for dinner and get to know the boy who stole your heart just a little bit better. After everyone ordered is when your father began to bombard poor ole Keats about his job, how he might wont be here to see you or protect you when situations come up, and how he’ll find somebody knew on tour since girls are practically worshipping at his feet. Keaton looks down *gif* completely hurt and wounded from your fathers accusations. Your father clearly didn’t know Keaton and how sensitive he was, and how deep he felt things. “Dad, thats enough! Stop, he wouldn’t do that! You don’t know him and you don’t know me. You don’t  know us!”, you completely lost it until Keaton squezzed your knee and looked your father in the eyes and said, “Sir, I know you don’t approve of me but right now I got enough money to buy what your daughter needs, I’ve got a phone to call her every night I’ve got anything you could ever worry about handled. I even bought a tour bus with an extra bunk so she could join us on tour… Just give us the summer to prove everything you just said wrong”.

Well that didnt just suck balls.

No, Keaton

Thank you for requesting, Malayna. I really liked this one and I hope you do too.
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You rush out the door as you knew what was coming. He dropped hints for days but you never thought he’d do it. You knew what he was going through and how he felt. You knew his troubles and you tried helping him and showing him how great he was and you’d never know how much you’ve helped him. He loved you. He loved you more than words could ever explain. You loved him too, more than he’d know but you were never confident enough to tell him. Maybe one day you could admit it but right know you had no time to play silly games.

“Keaton! Open up,” you banged on the house door. You knew he was alone because no one was ever home at this time of day.

Inside Keaton sat hunched over with blood running down his wrist, a tingling sensation caressing his body slowly. He threw his head back angrily at all his mistakes. He was angry at the world but more hurt than anything. How could he be treated so bad when he’s been so good to the world? He’s always been a nice, loving, caring human being and to be treated the way he was, was not something he seen as ok. He was bullied and tormented on a daily, bringing you into it as you tried sticking up for him. He always was though. Even since grade school the kids picked on him and you every once in awhile because you hung out with the ‘freak’. No one understood your love for the boy but it was there whether they’d like to see it or not. Little did you know they only messed with you because they themselves wanted you. You were just a desirable person and for the freak to have you was downgrading. Keaton never knew how lucky he was to have you but he only seen a fraction of it and that was all he needed to stop and think before his doing. He held the pills loosely in hands, shaking them, ready to sleep for eternity. Ready to get away from the nonstop harassment but the thought of you on his mind made him rest his evil thoughts for a second in time. He needed you, you pushed him along day by day. If anything you were his anchor, his rock in life. You held him down in his darkest days and lifted him higher in his brightest days. He thought of suicide many times before but your love and the caring person you are, held him back. He cried to you many times before and you held him, tears rushing in your eyes as you seen him break right in front of you. You held the broken boy in a way you fixed his broken heart. He was just a lost soul, lost in a world of trouble and hurt. His heart ached as his sobs racked over his aching body. If he left, life would be better for everyone. He just wasn’t thinking about you. It was done with trying any longer but he’d never know how hurt you’d be if he left, gone for good. You’d blame yourself for not taking hints or trying to help, he’d just never understand. He could never explain his feelings but you’d always seem to understand the words that couldn’t come out. You completed his missed pieces and he knew it. He couldn’t live without you but he knew you’d be better off without him. It was a lie though. You couldn’t live without him because he pushed you along. He brought you up when you were down and held your hand through everything, he was just too naive to listen to their words. You needed him. He needed you.

“Keaton,” you screamed at the top of your lungs, knowing he damn well heard you and he in fact did. He sobbed harder than ever as he heard your voice ache with pain and hurt, something he pushed onto you. He knew he was hurting you but nothing too bad. He thought you were just mad at him for what he did earlier but you knew time was running short. You bang on the door and he heard your hands pound achingly fast and hard on the wooden door. Tears ran down your cheeks as you began to breathe hard. He couldn’t take his life yet. You couldn’t live without him.

“Please, Keaton,” you sobbed and banged your head on the door.

Keaton slowly grabs a pill and shakily brings it to his lips. He swallows slowly, taking in the fact he was going to go through with his plan. Tears silently run down his cheeks as he takes another and another. He became empty, hollow like a rotten tree homed to an owl. Tears ran empty along with his heart. He felt no remorse, it was time. He wasn’t needed any longer. No one needed him and he was realizing that. His mind became dark with demons and chewing, mind blowing thoughts that would send anyone to a psycho ward. He no longer felt the hurt and pain. He smiled in want, ready to accept his fate. You slipped from his mind.

You rush around the front, moving and shoving things out of way to find the key they left outside. You rush to the pot by the door and lift it up. Only to come short of nothing. You let out a strangled ‘fuck’. You knew you were running out of time. You rush through the rocks in front and trip over a big one. Your knees run over the jagged rocks, starting to bleed. You sucked in a huge breathe, ready to say every curse word in the book. It wasn’t because you were physically hurting but your best friend, your love, was inside ready to take his life and here you are messing around in rocks. You look down to see the house key hidden within the rocks you fell on. You jump around with the key and give a quick praise to the heavens. You hurry to the door to open it and up the stairs straight to Keaton’s bathroom. You stand paralyzed in the door frame as you watch Keaton breathe heavily, blood running down his aching wrist, and ready to pop another pill out of the ten in his hand. You knew he took more than just a few and you rush to his side as your senses came back to mind. You knock the pills out of his hand and move to the tub. You turn on the water to hot and go back to Keaton, wrapping your hands under his armpits in attempt to get him up.

“No,” he told you weakly, knocking your hand away.

“Yes,” you scream at him, roughly grabbing him and throwing him in the hot shower. You get in and sit behind him, wrapping yourself around him.

“Please, Keaton. Hang in there with me,” you see his eyes start to roll and you open his mouth, shoving two fingers down his throat as he started to retch. You did a few more times before everything in his stomach rush through his body and out of his mouth. It runs down the drain with the mix of water. It still got on the both of you but you didn’t mind and by the looks of it, neither did Keaton. You bring him closer and wrap your arms tightly around the boy. You sob heavily into him as water runs down the both of you.

“I’m sorry,” you sob out. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here and didn’t take hints earlier, I was mad. This is all my fault and here you are, on the verge of death and I feel like a horrible friend. Why would you do this, Keaton? You hurt me and you would’ve hurt everyone that loved you,” he tries looking away but you grab his soaking face.

“No one loves me,” his eyes become droopy and he looks like his body was ready to give up on him.

“You’re so fucking dumb, Keaton! I love you. I love you than anyone in this world, more than anyone else. Why can’t you see that? Why do you think I stuck through with you since day one? Tell me because if your selfish enough to take your own life, you don’t love me. You don’t love me Keaton and you’ve never have. But I’ve loved you since the day I realized why I went through so much trouble to stick up for your sorry ass. You’ll never understand the love I have for you because you’re too blind to see it. Open your fucking eyes, Keaton! I’m madly in love with you,” you scream angrily at him as he watches you tiredly. He was ready to give up but you saying those words pushed him along. Tears engulf his eyes as he realizes just how dumb he was for almost taking his life. He loved you and he loved you to the moon and back. He needed you and you only but he was too dumb to see it.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything,” he sobs into you now. You hold him as he lets everything out, everything he’s ever wanted to tell you.

“I love you more than anything. Maybe I wasn’t the dumb one. Maybe I did realize you loved me. What if you were just dumb enough to realized I loved you,” he start sobering up and staring in your eyes. “I loved you longer than you could’ve known. I love everything about you and every flaw and quirk of you. I love you more than time can tell and more than life itself because you’ve held me down for years on end. You’ve just never realized how much you mean to me,” he stares longingly but lovingly into your eyes. He knew he could never have you. You were just a beautiful sin to be taken. Maybe you were best for him but he knew he was nothing for you. He did no good in the world but as long as you lived, he would take advantage of your love but only in a way people imagine.

X’s and O’s: Wesley

“I think people know that we aren’t really dating.” Was the only thing I heard from my “boyfriend” Justin Bieber say through the phone. “Oh. Shit. What. Do. We. Do. Now!!” I said sarcastically. “Y/N, I’m not kidding. This could ruin me. This can’t happen.” He said. I heard him rustle his hands through his hair. “It’s not like you like me anyway!! You are always out with different girls and I’m sitting here on my ass waiting to go out and do something!!” I yelled beginning to quickly turn red. “Yo, it’s not my fault that I like girls.” He said obviously not realizing what he had said. “You know what Justin; I don’t give a fuck about your management team anymore. You can go crying back to Selena because quite frankly that skank is the best you’ll do!! I don’t like you and you don’t like me so why not be just be done with it!” I said feeling all the weight rise off of my shoulders. “I guess you’re right. I need to be seen with someone who is as great as I am. You missed out Y/N. Good night.” He said, I could feel him laughing. “Haha, yeah. Fuck you to.” I said throwing the phone down. I hated him so much.

 I looked down at the floor for a while, just sitting there thinking. Then I heard the door unlock. I looked up at who had walked in, tears starting to form in my hazel eyes. It was my best friend and house mate Wesley Stromberg. His band Emblem3 and I go way back and we moved to Huntington Beach about 4 years ago and haven’t left each other since.“ hey” he paused. His expression changed from the happy and cheerful guy I know him to be to a serious, concerned and sympathetic Wes. He came over and sat down next to me on the sofa in our living room. He took me into his nicely toned body and held me close for a while. I snuggled into his chest and started to cry holding back most of my tears. “Shhhh..” Wes said as he patted my back. Drew and Keaton quickly ran up the stairs obviously hearing what had happened on the phone earlier. “Y/N, babe what’s wrong?” Drew questioned concerned sitting down on the other side of the sofa. “J-Justin’s ….S-Such… A … A- D-Dick…” I said through the sobs. “I knew that this wouldn’t end well” said Keaton who was sitting across from me on the arm chair looking concerned. “But I thought you didn’t like him?!” Said Wes continuing to rub my back in circular patterns. “I d-don’t it’s just… How he t-treats me… There is so much d-disrespect and…. I just couldn’t…H-handle it anymore…” I said calming down a bit. “I’m going to kill that kid.” Wes said getting up and taking the phone. Drew took me into his arms and I rested there. Keaton the laid down slightly on top of my body snuggling on to me like a cat. I was hoping Wes wouldn’t startany drama but its Wes and he has a lot to say if someone hurts his loved ones.

-Sasha xx

Keaton one-shot....I don't really have a name for it.

You and Keaton had broken up months ago, but to you it felt like a lifetime. You missed him so much. You missed his soft brown curls, his cute smile, his smooth skin and how good it felt when he wrapped his arms around you, the songs he would sing softly into your ear to help you sleep, the sparks flew out when your lips touched; you missed everything about him and everything you guys had, but it was all gone. Everything was gone and ripped away from you in a blink of an eye. It was his fault….or was it your fault? No, it was all her fault. It was all that girl’s fault. Ever since he met one of the girls who was Selena’s back up dancer, she was all over him. She wanted him even knowing that he was taken. Stupid little boyfriend stealing slut. You hated her and hated more the fact that you had to see them together everyday. That’s what you get having your dad be Emblem3 tour manager. You had to watch them be all lovey dovey and that dancer made sure you saw it all. It was like she was loving every second of causing you pain.  


You heard a voice at the bottom of your stairs, not only snapping you from your thoughts but also making your heart skip at beat. “(Y/N),” Keaton called up to you. “Your dad wanted to know if you wanted to come with us to supper.”


You rolled your eyes groaning, “Is there any girlfriends coming?”

“Well mine was-”

You cut him off mid sentence, “Tell my dad that I am eating here.” You sighed putting your head into your pillow just wanting to cry and scream. He was just so blind to everything that was going on. Why does he have to be this blind? Why couldn’t he see the truth? You finally just let all your feelings go soaking your pillow. In all your tears, you didn’t realize that there were footsteps coming upstairs or the fact that you were no longer alone in your room. You felt someone’s hand begin to rub your back in small circles. “ssssh,” the voice said trying to comfort you. You knew who the voice belonged to, but you didn’t care anymore. You got up from your pillow and laid your head in his chest, crying softly in it. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you onto his lap. He sang you  favorite song into your ear.

“Why Keaton, why?” you asked him my head still buried in his chest. “Is it because she is prettier? Does she put out more? You never gave me a reason why you picked her over me?”

You felt Keaton’s stomach go up and down as he sighed, “It wasn’t any of those reasons.” He ran fingers through his curly locks. “Its just really complicated, actually.”

You pulled out of the hug fast giving him a look of disbelief. “That’s all you have to say! Its really complicated! Why can’t you just give me a reason Keaton?! Is it really that hard to explain? All I want is a reason! Tell me anything! Just give me a reason why you left me?”

Keaton looked down at his hands. His hair covered his face, but you could see his back moving up and down. Was he crying? “Keaton?” you asked putting your arm around him.

“(Y/N), I am so so sorry for what I have done to you. I never met to hurt you like this. Elena (A/N: back-up dancer name.) told me all this stuff about you and another boy. She told me how much he was better for you then me. She also said you told her, you were going to leave me for him.”

You were beyond pissed at him. You got up from your bed and began angrily pacing up and down your room. “What boy?!” You yelled.

Keaton looked down and began to twirl his thumbs, “T-t-tyler.”

“YOUR BEST FRIEND?! Are you freaking mad?! Why would I chose him over you? I don’t even like him like that. Oh my god, Keaton! I love you. I love you so much that it has killed me not be with you. You sit there and dangle that girl right in front of me! “ Keaton kept on looking down not saying a thing. You couldn’t help but just boil with anger at him. Why wasn’t he saying anything? “I love you, Keaton,” you said softly tears cascading down your face like a waterfall. “There is no person in this world that could be better for me than you.  Why wouldn’t you at least talk to me about this?! Ask me about it?” You just wanted reasons on why he ran off with some other girl. Why couldn’t he have talked to her?

He reached up and grabbed your face whipping the tears with the pads of his thumbs. You pulled his hands away turning around. There was silence for a moment before you felt him wrap his arms around you tight. He made sure that you couldn’t get out of this one. “Look, I made a stupid mistake. I feel horrible for it. It breaks my heart to see you like this.” He said swallowing hard. You felt his stomach shaking on your stomach. You turned around in his arms to see tears falling from his eyes. “I love you so much. I couldn’t stand to the thought of losing you….that I did something I regret. I shouldn’t have left you like that. I am so sorry. I just got so jealous every time I saw you talking with Tyler after that I couldn’t just….” You reach up and whip Keaton’s eyes with your hands. Before you could stop yourself you pulled Keaton’s closer and kissed his soft lips. His arms pulled you closer so your body was against his. It seemed like forever that you were just there kissing til you heard Wes going. “This is a different kind of dinner.”

You roll your eyes at Wes and shut the door on his face and walked back to Keaton. He kissed the top of your head. “(Y/N), will you be mine again?” You didn’t even answer. You just put your lips against his.

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Sorry if it sucks. I am still getting back into fanfiction writing I will post a Drew one later on.

“Push,” Drew screams loudly at you as you squeeze his hand as hard as you could. You yell profanities at the man who put this baby inside you. He keeps pushing you to push hard but you were already pushing as hard as your body could but it was like the babies he just wouldn’t come out. It was like the babies skull was just solid and it was just too much to push. Sweat rolled down your forehead to rolling down your back, you were sweating so hard. You couldn’t help but to blame Drew at that moment for getting you pregnant and putting you through all this pain.

“Dammit, Drew! This is all your fault,” you scream at the top of your lungs. The more you tried pushing, the more grunts of pain came. Sweat rolled down every possible spot on your body. You squeezed onto the bar of the hospital bed, letting go of Drew’s hand. You rest your head on the cold bar and push as hard as possible, wanting the baby out already. Who would’ve known it was this much pain to have a baby.

“It’s ok. Just a few more pushes,” he encourages you to push a little more. You push a few more times and you were just about ready to give up on it. You were in so much pain and it felt like you were pushing forever.

“Come on, babe. Don’t give up,” he soothes you. Before you know it, you hear the cries of your baby girl and cry with joy. You lay back and watch them move hurriedly to get the baby in a blanket after Drew cut the cord. You watch in amazement at how Drew watched them handle your baby. He looked in pure awe and seen him wipe his eyes off on his scrub sleeve.

“Are you crying?” He looks at you and nods, smiling to you.

“Can you believe we made that? It’s just so amazing,” he always surprised you with little things. You were always happy to start a family with Drew but this just added to your love for him. He was always one for words in the right moment and even though it felt like a lifetime for this baby, you couldn’t be happier to have it with Drew. Your heart throbbed, pounded, in your chest as your love for Drew and your baby could be felt pulsing through your veins. You’ve never felt this before and your eyes started tearing up. You grab Drew’s arm, surprising him, and kiss him with all you could.
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“Push me higher, daddy,” screamed your five year old little girl. She giggles as Drew pushes harder, making her soar through the sky. She almost touches the tree branches that the swing was attached to and she screamed.

“We’re hurting the tree, daddy,” she yelps in surprise. Her feet stop moving and she gasps.

“I hurt the tree.”

“It’s ok. It’s just high-fiving your feet,” he pushes your daughter higher. You laugh at Drew and his little playful remarks as you daughter rambles on.

“Wait, daddy?”

“Yes,” he stops pushing your daughter.

“Can we play house instead,” she scraps her feet on the ground, slowing down the swing.

“Sure. Why not.”

Your daughter jumps off the swing that was still slowly moving and laughs as she falls on her butt. You smile as Drew races her to the playhouse, obviously letting her win. He helps her in her princess dress. You were confused as to why she wanted to dress as a princess if she wanted to play house.

“Will you be my prince, daddy?”

“I’ll always be your prince,” he crouches down to her level as she sticks a crown on his head. He smiles at her and kissed her cheek. You smile as your husband wears a crown with pink fuzz on if and plays in a small house with your daughter. You never thought life would be this good to you in the end.

“Can we watch a movie?”

Once Drew agrees, she rushes pass your legs to the actual house, almost knocking you down and picks the movie she wants to watch once in the living room. You both follow along behind her, Drew puts it in the DVD player and watches the movie with her on his lap. As soon as it came to her favorite part, she jumps out of his lap and makes him stand with her.

“Dance with me,” she grabs his hands and they move together. You rest your shoulder against the wall, arm crossed, and realize how lucky you were to have someone like Drew to have a family with. Though everyone doubted your relationship, nothing could ever change your mind on what you two had. You were always pushed and shoved to give up what you had but you always knew it would be ok in the end.
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Sorry it’s so short and probably bad but I tried.
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Wesley One Shot for Chloe (butguysimchloe)

“Look at him. Over there laughing… Being all cute. Ugh. Fuck him.” You stare at your friend blankly. “Calm down. He’s not doing anything wrong,” you say to her. “Chloe, do you understand who we’re talking about? That’s Wesley Stromberg, okay? He’s kind of a big deal.” Glancing over at him, you feel your heart flutter and you’re able to quickly pull it off with an eye roll. “I’m sorry, I just don’t see it,” you tell her. “Wes… Stromberg,” she repeats slowly, as if it would change your mind. “Yeah… I know who he is.” She cups her face in her hands like she’s literally in pain from your stupidity but then pushes it aside. Sighing she says “I hear he’s having a party tonight.” You nod, trying to sound as uninterested as possible. “I’m gonna go. I think it’ll be fun.” You nod again. “His band is going to play. Have you heard them before? You’d like them.” You want to nod again, but you get caught in the thought of Wesley’s beautiful voice. “So… Are you gonna come or what?” she asks, breaking your thoughts. You glare at her hoping she’ll just drop the whole thing. “Come on!! Would it really be that hard to walk next door?” Standing up from the lunch table, you say “I don’t know. Maybe.” Walking home, you can’t think of anyone but Wes. Every other girl obsesses over him and makes it seem like he’s so great. But when it comes down to it, it’s all because of his band… Because they think he’s going to go far so they want to try and get around him now while they have the chance. Wes has built up this cocky conceded attitude over it, and you know it’s all fake. He does it so the girls will stick around. You know the real him though. You’ve known him since elementary school. He was always the dorky sweet funny guy. Everyone still wanted to be around him but for other reasons than they do now. You guys were best friends when you were little, not that he would remember. One time in second grade, this boy was picking on you, telling you your new glasses made you look funny. Wes stepped in and told him to back off. You’ve had the biggest crush on him ever since, but you wouldn’t risk anyone knowing it. You don’t want to be just another girl in love with him. Walking through the front door of your house, you pet your dog, say hi to your dad… The normal. Contemplating it for a few minutes, you finally decide to pick up your phone. You search through your messages and find your friend. You text her ‘Come help me get ready? I’m going to the party.’ She replies with a ton of random letters combined that you can’t see as anything other than just pure excitement. You decide on wearing black ripped jeans, a purple tank, and vans to match. Picking out your jewelry, you feel your stomach turn. You’re really nervous. You walk by his house every day but you haven’t been inside in almost 10 years. “Are you okay… ? Chloe?” Snapping out of your anxiety for a second you say “Uhh yeah, let’s go.” As soon as you walk in, Miss Laraine bursts with joy, hugs you for minutes, and blabs on about how you should come over more often and that she misses having you around. As she continues to talk, you see Wes behind her tuning his guitar. Some girl walks up looking perfect and sits on his lap, Wesley smiling wider than ever. Instantly you feel sick. You excuse yourself from Mama Stromberg to go to the bathroom. Shutting the bathroom door behind you, you start to tear up. You walk over to the mirror and take a deep breath “Pull yourself together, Chloe. This is stupid. It’s just a party. You see him with other girls all the time. It’s okay.” One last check to make sure your make-up hadn’t smeared you open the door to leave, and find Wes standing there. He looks you up and down and smiles. You look down and pretend not to notice. Just as you thought you’d made it past him without a conversation, he grabs your arm and turns you around. You’re so close to him you can feel his hot breath as you look up into his eyes. Clearing your throat, you look down. “You wanna talk?” he asks. Shocked, it takes you a minute to reply. “Uhm… about what?” Shrugging his shoulders, he backs up and takes your hand, leading you to the roof to. He lays down, puts his arm behind his head, and looks up at the sky. You’re still standing there awkwardly not knowing what to do. Laughing, he pats the spot next to him. You sit beside him, but decide not to lay down. “So how come I haven’t seen you at any of my other parties?” Wes asks. “My friend convinced me to come this time,” you explain, glancing down at him. He doesn’t see because he’s so focused on the stars, so you don’t look away. “I’m glad you came. I miss you." He misses you. He actually remembers. Coming back to reality, you see Wes studying your face for emotion. You can’t bring yourself to say anything, though you want to. He sits up and you are both at eyelevel now. After staring at each other for a while, he leans in and your heart begins beating really fast. Just as your noses touch, he looks down and says "Come here, I want to show you something.” Standing up, he takes your hand in his and helps you up. He leads you into the main room where it’s loud and crowded. Grabbing his guitar, he starts down the hallway and motions for you to follow him. A few girls stop him on the way to touch his hair or tell him how great he looks. Wes smiles each time and makes a few comments himself, comments that make you wonder why your following him into his room. “Wes, I think I’m just going to go,” you say turning around. “Wait,” you hear him say, but you keep walking. “Chloe, I’m sorry,” he says. You start to cry and walk even faster. A few seconds later, Wes is in front of you, blocking your way. “Hey,” he says softly, lifting your chin with his finger, “Don’t cry. Why are you crying?” You shake your head and turn the other way, crossing your arms, hoping he’ll go away. He wraps his strong muscular arms around you and your first instinct is to pull away but it just feels so safe and secure, so… right. “I’ve missed you too, Wes,” you whisper. He rests his chin on your shoulder and kisses you lightly on the cheek. Letting go slowly, he starts to walk into his room. You follow him and see him sitting on the bed with his guitar. “I wrote a song,” he explains, as you shut the door. You smile and nod, wanting to ask more about it, but not able to. He nods and starts strumming. At once, you feel at peace with his music. His voice takes you to another place, a better more relaxing place. “….There’s something about the girl next door, something that I can’t ignore….” When he gets done with the song, he looks at you questioningly and says “Well? What’d you think?” Standing up, you walk right over to him, wrap your arms around his neck, and put full force into kissing him. After kissing back, he pulls away hesitantly, laughing, and says “I guess you liked it then… ?” You laugh a little and mutter an apology, embarrassed. “No no, don’t be sorry babe.” You raise an eyebrow. "Chloe, I’ve liked you since second grade. All these girls… They mean nothing.“ You’re filled with relief and smirk. "Really?” you ask, just wanting to hear him say it again. He stands up and makes his way over to you. Putting his hands on your waist he pulls you closer. “You’re the one I want. You’ve always been the one I want.”

You Will Not Be Forgotten

hey pooface here’s the fanfiction that made you cry at your party <3 ilysm

(jsyk the beginning is very cheesy and the ending makes you cry, here is a warning)

(also my grammar is crap so if you see mistakes don’t throw a hissy fit)

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It was finally happening. I’m going to meet Emblem3! Electra thought. After hours and hours of blogging their faces, the time had arrived to meet them. At this moment, Electra was standing next to her friends, Olivia and Katie. The line was long, and the boys weren’t out yet. Electra’s palms were sweaty and she was feeling faint. She closed her eyes and drifted off for a second. She felt a hand and Olivia said “You okay Electra? You’re, like, asleep. Wake up, dude.” Electra opened her eyes and she heard dozens of girls screaming and someone saying “hi” in the most adorable way. Electra saw the beautiful Wes, the majestic Drew and precious Keaton walking towards them. Olivia and Katie squeaked and bounced around, excited to finally see their idols for the first time. Electra covered her mouth, forcing herself not to scream and shout. She didn’t want to be one of those annoying girls who scream every time the boys come out. The first group took their pictures with them, and then the next. The time seemed to be river of muck; slow and unbearable. Soon enough, Ranel signaled them to come up and take the picture. Electra said hi to Wes and Drew, but quickly walked over to Keaton. Keaton looked at her with his beautiful eyes and said, “Hi, I’m Keaton!” and smiled. Electra’s breath was taken away and somehow she collected herself enough to say, “Hi, I’m Electra!” They positioned themselves into a cute pose and then they took the first picture. "Has anyone told you that you’re really pretty?” Keaton whispered softly into her ear. His hot breath lingered on her skin. Electra blushed and giggled. The second picture was taken, and before Electra could say goodbye, Ranel the asshole swept them away. The three girls were escorted to the mosh pit, while they waited for general admission to come in and for the concert to start. Electra made her way to the front, and got more anxious by the second. Keaton had called her pretty. This must be a joke. Electra thought about the say he said hi to her and the smile on her face was staying on for the rest of the concert.

        Electra tapped her toes and breathed slowly, waiting for the boys to come out. She tried to talk to Olivia, but she lost her. “Damn it”, she thought. She looked the other way and saw Katie over to the left and in the front row. “Fuck!” she whispered. Now she was all alone in a hot, crowded room with annoying girls. She was miserable, uncomfortable, and just all over upset.

All of a sudden, everyone started to scream hysterically and the soon the gods walked out on stage. Electra was about 2 people back, and put her hand out, hoping that one of them would touch her hand. Unlucky enough for her, that didn’t happen. The boys opened up with One Day. They sang the songs perfectly, danced, and it was a great concert in general.

        There was a pause in between the songs. Everyone in the audience chatted, waiting for the next song. The security guards passed out water bottles and tried to keep everyone calm. Electra looked up and saw Keaton whispering into Wesley’s ear. Wesley was nodding his head, agreeing with whatever Keaton was saying. The brothers positioned the instruments, and Drew and Wes walked off stage. Keaton, a guitar, and two stools stood alone on stage. Everyone was very confused. Keaton strummed the guitar and Electra knew exactly what the song was. Of, course it was her favorite. Keaton’s angelic voice echoed throughout the auditorium and sang, “You will not be forgotten, the life, the presence you have given to me” Keaton looked at the audience and seemed to be looking straight into Electra’s soul. His eyes glistened like pools of water on a hot summer’s day. He continued into the song, and every lyric dripped of passion. Before the last part of the song, Keaton stood up and bent down towards the security guards, causing the girls in front to go wild. One of the girls swiped the hat off his head. Electra got angry. That was Keaton’s hat, not hers. Electra pushed through the crowd and grabbed the hat from the dumb girl. “That’s Keaton’s hat! You shouldn’t steal, it’s not right.” The girl flipped her off and turned away. Electra rolled her eyes. She turned around and was face to face with a security guard the size of a Viking. His shadow lurched over her and made her feel small. She held back a scream, and gulped loudly. The security guard grabbed her waist and lifted her up on stage. “OH MY GOD! PLEASE PUT ME DOWN!!” Electra yelled as she was thrown on stage.

        Electra was face down on the flat surface. She felt a hand on her back and she looked up. Keaton’s face was gleaming and he took her hand and led her towards the second stool. He took his hat from her hands and placed it on top of her head. Electra started to cry. She couldn’t believe it. Keaton Stromberg, the stranger she was in love with, had brought her on stage and gave her his hat. Keaton picked up his guitar again and played the last part of the song:

“I just wanted you to know, that I love you so, so much I can’t let go.- and he added in – “ you will not be forgotten”

        The crowd went crazy. Pictures were being taken, girls were screaming and trying to crawl on stage and the guards were struggling to hold them back. Keaton grabbed Electra’s hand and cradled her face with his other hand; he leaned in and planted a kiss onto her cheek. The audience all at once “aww”ed and pictures were flashed again. Electra giggled out of nervousness and looked down at her hands. Keaton lifted up her chin and kissed her again on the other cheek. He led her to downstage and gave her a big hug. His strong, warm arms wrapped around her body. She breathed in his sweet embrace and hugged tighter. The hug seemed to last forever. Good, she thought. I never want this hug to end.   

        Keaton lowered her down to a security guard, who safely put her down on the ground. Instantly, hundreds of people were around her. “How did you get him to do that? “ “What was it like?” “You’re a lucky bitch!” Electra was getting claustrophobic and started to hyperventilate. The whole room was spinning and she was seeing colors that she’s never seen before. Before she knew it, her head was on the ground and she had fainted.

        “Hey girl, are you ok?” Drew’s voice echoed in her ears. Electra fluttered her eyes open. She put her hand to head and felt a large bump. Ew, she thought. She focused on what was around her. Her vision was fuzzy but she gasped when she realized where she was. She was inside Embelm3’s tour bus! Drew and Wes were sitting next to her, seeming quite worried. “I… I think I’m okay. What happened?” Wes shrugged and replied “I’m not sure. Keaton came up to me after Jaiden and asked if he could serenade one of the girls- you - that he met in the M and G and that he was, like, in love with or something. I asked to accompany him but my lil bro insisted on doing this solo. You’re pretty lucky.” Electra didn’t reply. Keaton? In? Love? With me? She thought. This can’t be true. Wes giggled and added “Yeah and your friend with the long brown hair and the Blink-182 shirt was pretty hot. Mind if you call her? It would be rad for her to hang with us”. Drew quickly added “Yeah invited all of the friends that came with you.” Electra slowly nodded her head and pulled out her phone and texted them: DREW AND WES WANT TO HANG WITH YOU GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE. Electra put her phone away. Keaton walked in the bus and looked at Electra and stopped himself. He smiled at her and gestured for her to come over. Electra looked around at the other boys. Surely he meant for them to come over to him. Drew shook his head and whispered, “Keaton really likes you. You better go over there.” Electra took a deep breath and walked over to Keaton slowly. Keaton’s smile seemed bigger than ever before. Here they were, standing in front of each other, smiling and staring into each other’s eyes like lovers. Keaton was about to lean in, Electra closed her eyes and waited for Keaton to kiss her. She could feel Keaton’s warm breath mingle with hers. All of a sudden, Katie and Olivia busted through the bus doors. “Jesus fuck.” Katie said, as she fell onto the carpet. Olivia giggled, stepped over Katie and quickly ran over to Wes. Wes stood up and gave Olivia a hug. Katie picked herself up and casually slid over and sat next to Drew. Keaton looked at Electra and said “How about we get some privacy?” Electra nodded and Keaton led her outside the bus. It had to be at least midnight. Keaton held Electra’s waist and brought her in close. He gently placed his lips onto hers, and she stepped back, surprised by Keaton’s sudden move. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.” Keaton apologized. Electra laughed and kissed Keaton. Their lips talked in the language only they could understand. Is this really happening? Electra thought. Me, a fangirl. Making out with Keaton Stromberg? She didn’t question the truth and focused on kissing Keaton.

        The rest of the night was filled with laughs, kisses and more kisses. Keaton led her back to tour bus. “I had a wonderful time”, He said. He took out his phone and pressed “new contact”. Electra quickly added her number and Keaton put his number into his. They both walked into the van. Katie, Drew, Wes and Olivia were all laughing and having a good time. “Heeeeeeey bro! How was your night?” Wes yelled. Electra and Keaton looked at each other and laughed. They were going to keep their little adventure to themselves.




Sunlight peaked into Keaton’s apartment. Electra shifted her body and looked at Keaton sleeping. Keaton was 25 now, she was 23. She observed her little rock star. Emblem3 had broken up a few years ago, and all 3 had gone their separate ways. Wes had started a new band and Keaton had gone solo and now had multiple sold out tours. Drew had fallen off the face of the earth. Rumor was is that he ran away into the woods with a girl he met in E3’s tour bus many years ago. Supposedly they got married, but no one really knows.

        Keaton looked years younger when he was sleeping. His curly hair framed his face and made him look child-like. His beautiful smiled remained on his face and his happiness infinite. Electra brushed her lips across his and he roused from his sleep. He opened his eyes, and kissed her nose. He stretched and yawned like a kitten. “’Morning, beautiful” he mumbled in his sleepy voice. He wrapped his arms around her and she cuddled with his warm presence. They stayed like that for a while, breathing in each other’s air, sharing energy.  Electra sat up and said, “C’mon, we got to get up. You have a doctor’s appointment today.” She rolled out of bed and put on one of Keaton’s hoodies. Keaton stayed in bed and frowned. “Baby, just 10 more minutes. Stay with me.” He put on a puppy dog look that Electra could not resist. She rolled her eyes and crawled back into bed.

        20 minutes later, they waltzed into the bathroom together. Keaton had grown since he was a part of E3, and stood proudly next to Electra at 5’10. They brushed their teeth together and they both started to get ready. Keaton dressed up in a button down shirt and jeans for his appointment, and Electra dressed in her usually blouse and skirt for her music producer job. She slipped her diamond ring on her left index finger. Every time she put on that ring, it always felt like new. She admired her ring, proud to call Keaton hers. After years of her adolescence spent on the internet, dedicating her blog to him, hanging up posters in her room, it was finally time to be his.

        Keaton was brushing his hair when he caught her staring at her engagement ring. “You like it, right? I can always get another one if you don’t want it.” Electra giggled and said “Keaton, this ring is perfect. I wouldn’t trade anything for it.” He wrapped his arms around her waist. “You’re perfect and I never, ever, ever want anything else that isn’t you.” He kissed her delicately and left the bathroom to go downstairs. Even though they had been together for years, every time he kissed her, it felt like paradise. She sighed deeply and shook her head. Sometimes she couldn’t believe she ended up with Keaton. She collected herself and drove to work.

        She loved her job. Working with music, meeting new people, it was amazing. It was her dream job and she never want to leave it.

        Today was a slow work day, so she decided to cut early and have lunch with Keaton. She dialed his phone number and waited for him to pick up. “Hi, this is Keaton. Please leave a message at the beep.” Electra hung up. Hmmm, maybe he’s still at his appointment, she thought. She skipped lunch and flipped through bridal magazines.

        Electra arrived home at Keaton’s apartment and saw Keaton sitting on the couch. “Hey babe, how was your appointment?” Keaton stared at a TV that wasn’t even turned on and ignored her question. Electra dropped her purse on the side table and sat next to him. “Keats….” Keaton’s usually lively eyes were dark and dead. His smile was gone and his hands were shaking slightly. “Keaton, please talk to me. What’s wrong?” Keaton blinked and clasped his hands together. “Baby, you’re scaring me.” Electra clutched Keaton’s arm, hoping to make him snap out of it. Keaton closed his eyes and spoke slowly. “Electra, I… I have cancer”

        Electra stood up from the couch. “Keaton, you’re joking. Please tell me you’re joking.” She laughed nervously. Keaton didn’t laugh with her.  “Please Keaton! Say something! This is isn’t real!” Keaton stood up. “You think this is fucking joke? My life is in danger and you’re standing here laughing? What the fuck? What kind of fiancée are you?” Electra was taken back. Not in all the years that they’ve been together, has Keaton ever, ever used that language. She twisted her ring on her finger. It’s just a fight. It’s okay. She thought. Keaton stormed out of the room. “Keaton, come on. Don’t walk away. Please. We’ll figure this out.” Keaton walked into the bedroom and Electra followed him. As soon as she made it to the doorway, he brushed by her, car keys in hands. “What are you doing?” She grabbed his elbow and turned him around. She had never seen Keaton this angry before. His eyebrows were furrowed and nose wrinkled.  “I need some peace.” Keaton started to back away, but Electra stopped him once again. “You know it’s bad when someone has to leave the house to find peace. This place, our home, Keaton, is our palace for peace. Please, Keaton Robert, I beg of you, stay. We’re going to figure this out.” His eyebrows knit together and nodded his head slowly. He walked over the couch and sat down.

        “Ok… Let’s start off simple. How was your appointment today?” Keaton shifted his body away from her, and said “I went to Dr. Medernach today and she ran the usual tests for me. They found cancer cells in my brain, heart, and liver. Doc said she’s never seen this kind of cancer cell in anyone, ever. She thinks it’s a new strain of it.” Electra gasped. Keaton continued, “They sent all my paperwork to this big hospital in Texas for further diagnosis. Until then, I’m screwed.” A new cancer? This meant no cure. Electra began to sob uncontrollably. Keaton comforted her by giving her a hug. Keaton’s teardrops fell onto her neck. They cried together for a good hour. Electra didn’t know what to do, what to say, or what to think. All she knew was that she had to support Keaton through this.

       

A month passed when Electra opened up the mailbox and read the most important letter she’ll ever receive. It read:

Dear Mr. Stromberg,

        Our associates here at Austin Medical Center have observed your case closely. It appears to us that you have a newly-found cancer. We do not know what is in store for you, so we would like to be moved to our medical center so we can observe your illness. Please notify us if you have decided to move her by next week, August 25.

                                                                                                                                Thank you

Electra’s heart dropped. Keaton was very sick. Currently, he was on bed rest, and didn’t move much these days. Electra had left her job to care for him.

        Electra knocked on the door and read Keaton the letter. He sat up and thought for a while. He nodded slowly and said, “Whatever can make me better.” Electra logged onto the computer and made the necessary flight plans.

        Electra called Wes up and explained what had happened within the last month. Wes started sobbing over the phone and said something that Electra couldn’t understand. Wes hung up and she placed the phoned down. She looked behind her and Keaton was asleep on the bed. Except this time, he didn’t look years younger. His stringy hair covered his face and his usually smile was now a snarl. His skin was pale and looked unhealthy. Her fiancée was still as beautiful as when she first saw him at that concert. She fiddled with the ring on her finger and moved over the bed and sat down next to him. She pulled the covers up to her neck and cuddled with sick Keaton. She brushed his hair with her fingers and wished the cancer next struck the love of her life.

        It has been 6 months since Keaton and Electra moved to Texas. Keaton was in the hospital, not doing so well. The cancer didn’t get worse, and it didn’t spread. It was just slowly killing him. Killing him, Electra thought. It didn’t hit her until now that Keaton was dying. Her world, her love, her life, her support, her reason to be alive, was on a hospital bed, helpless. Electra had not thought what happened if this got worse. She didn’t want to.

        It’s been a year. All of the Strombergs have temporarily moved to Texas. Even Drew magically reappeared again. Currently, Wes and Drew were sitting with Electra in Keaton’s room. It was at least 3AM. Everyone in the room was asleep except for Electra. It didn’t matter; she hadn’t slept for days anyway. His fiancée’s room was littered with flowers, chocolates, and teddy bears from fans all around the world. During these long nights, she would pace around the room and read the notes her fiancée’s fans had given him. “Get well, Keaton!” “We love you, Keaton!” and “I’ll see you in concert soon!” were popular notes written on cards. It reminded Electra of her youth. She wondered about all the fans out there, on their computers. Fans really do make a difference. When Keaton is awake, he reads every single one of the notes. It reminded Electra how much of a little note could cheer up Keaton even in his darkest days.

Keaton jolted up and Electra dashed to his side. He was breathing heavily, eyes wide open and darting around nervously. “Keats, are you ok? Talk to me.” Keaton calmed his breathing and looked into Electra’s eyes. “Do you remember the first time we met?” Electra nodded her head slowly. Keaton laughed, and then coughed harshly. He cleared his throat, giggled and said, “The meet and greet. I called you pretty and you blushed like tomato.” The couple shared a laugh for the first time in a year. “Oh yeah, and when the security guard tossed you on stage and-“Keaton coughed again and Electra’s face was covered in tears -“and you on stage, face first. It was so hilarious.” Electra wiped away a tear with her sleeve. “Remember when I kissed you? You backed away; I thought you had rejected me.” Electra sniffed and said, “I would never reject you.” Keaton continued, “Remember our engagement? Disneyland? Under the princess castle? I can’t wait for our wedding. This spring, Greece. We’re going to tie the knot. You and I, babe. We are going to make it. You’re going to look gorgeous in your wedding gown and I can’t wait to see you it in. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Electra sat there silently as tears streamed her face. “I love you so much, Electra. I know I don’t say it a lot, but I truly love you.” Keaton took a deep breath and softly sang, “I just wanted you to know, that I love you so, so much I can’t let go.” Electra got on to the hospital bed and cuddled next to Keaton. He put his arms around her. He kissed her forehead and sang,”You will not be forgotten.” Electra whispered into his ear, “I love you Keaterpan. Always and forever.” Keaton didn’t say anything. Electra heard the flat line from the heart monitor.

        She bounced from Keaton’s side and shook him. “Babe, c’mon. Please wake up. Please. Oh my god, please, please.” Wes and Drew woke up and Drew ran for a nurse. Wes ran over to his brother and held his hand. “Lil bro, please. Come on, man. Wake up.” Wes brushed a hand through his hand and started to cry. “I love you, brother. Now say it back. Say that you love your big brother.” Keaton didn’t say anything. Electra grabbed Keaton’s other hand and kissed it over and over again. “Please. Wake up.” Keaton’s smile lingered on his face. Even after his death, Keaton’s smile was still with him. His happiness will leave a legacy in this world.

A nurse ran into the room and pushed Electra out of the way, into a chair. “Please, ma’am, leave this to the professionals.” Electra didn’t scream, she didn’t shout. She didn’t flip tables. She didn’t cry. She didn’t punch the nurse. She didn’t yell at Wes. She didn’t run into the streets and break windows. She sat there, in the chair, motionless. Her chest felt heavy and her legs felt like lead. She took a deep breath and buried her head into her hands.

        She looked back up. Her breathing slowed and she focused. The nurse’s voice faded. Electra couldn’t hear the flat line anymore. Wes’ screams of denial dissolved. Drew’s footfalls evaporated. Keaton’s face disappeared. The hospital’s fluorescent lights dimmed. She felt a hand and a familiar voice said "You okay Electra? You’re, like, asleep. Wake up, dude.” Electra opened her eyes and saw her old friends, Katie and Olivia in front of her. Electra looked around. She was at the concert where she met Keaton all those years ago. “How long was I like that?” Electra inquired. Katie shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe 5 minutes? 10? I’m not too sure. And those sunburned idiots aren’t even out yet!” She heard screaming and someone saying “hi” in the most adorable way. All the memories came back. Except, they weren’t memories. Her life, job, education and Keaton were all a dream. When she figured all this out, Ranel pushed them towards the boys. Electra was still in a state of shock when she was swept to Keaton’s side and she looked at Keaton with amazement. “Hi! I’m Keaton!” Electra gasped and said “You’re… you’re alive.” Keaton looked at her with confusion and said, “Yes, I’m alive. Why wouldn’t I be alive?” Electra shook her head and giggled nervously. Keaton smiled and said “Let’s take a picture! Also, has anyone told you that you’re really pretty?”

————————————————————————————   FUCKING KATIE THIS IS THE SOURCE OF ALL MY TEARS BUT REALLY WELL WRITTEN OKAY SORRY FOLLOWERS FOR NOT INSERTING “READ MORE” ITS JUST YOU SHOULD READ THIS ITS REALLY GOOD AND TRY NOT TO CRY <3 HAVE FUN   WRITTEN BY HER 
One Shot- Health Class (Thursday)

Wednesday

“Y/N! Get up! We have a big day today!” Keaton yelled shaking me awake. Big day? What is he talking about.
“Keaton its 9 in the morning.” I frowned not wanting to wake up on my last day to sleep in.
“Come on! You got to get ready! We leave in 2 hours so get up lazy.” He said flinging the blanket off me. He pulled me right off the bed.
“What are we doing?” I asked him. If its this exciting I need to know, plus I need to narrow down my outfit.
“LA, we got a show today!” He smiled big. I knew he loved to perform and from school its harder for the boys to go out and tour, see the fans, and play the shows. I have never seen him on stage and tonight I’m expecting to see a different side to Keaton.
I put my casual winged eyeliner, and nude lipstick when I got out of the shower then ran back to Keaton’s room.
I rummaged through my bag looking for something left to wear. I grabbed a pair of black shorts with a stripped white and black top. I could wear it with my ray bands, vans, and leather jacket so I slipped into that quickly and headed out to find Keaton.
“Ready to rock?” Keaton asked as soon as I came out.
“Yeah sorry it took me so long.” I said.
“Put these on.” Wesley said handing us 2 passes. “This will get you anywhere in the arena. Back stage, floor, top you name it and you’re there so don’t lose it.” He said and I nodded my head.
“So how are we getting there?” I asked the boys. They turned and look at me and smiled not saying a single word. They just rushed out of the apartment and headed down the stairs.
“TADA!” The both yelled once we got out of the lobby. A huge white hummer limo was park out side with a guy in a suit standing at the door. We all ran towards the door and slipped in. Drew, the boys manger and a few other friends were in the limo already.
“Nothing then a limo to drive us for our last day.” Keaton said.
“You got that right.” I said. Music blasted, bottles were popped, and everyone was yelling and laughing through the entire hour and a half right to LA. It was such and amazing ride that people were taking pictures when we stopped at lights or in traffic. It was so big it felt like forever when it turned. Sunroof was open and nothing could top the conversations that happened inside.
At the venues we came to the front and there were already lines of fans outside waiting to get in and get a glimpse on Wesley, Drew, and Keaton. They were signs, screams and tones of girls yelling. Me and Keaton were the first to get out and the crowd was bigger then it looked in the car.
“Someone knows how to make an army.” I joked as we walked towards the door. Security rushed us in, not letting the boys say hi. But it would become a riot within seconds.
Around 5 the boys got around into a meet and greet Q and A. We all got to sit along the wall as they talked to the fans and even a few asked for a picture with us. I wonder how Keaton was always happy, and its because he has so many people keeping him positive and loving him. He has dedicated fans then were some entertaining ones.

*side stage*

“Before I go out, want to give me some good luck?” Keaton asked holding my hand.
“What kind of luck do you need you will kill it no matter what.” I said. He smile and leaned in for a short but passionate kiss. Then backed up smiling again. Before I could say a word he was grabbed by Wesley and pulled up to the stage as the crowed boomed in cheers. I went around to check out with Tyler to see the show. The stage was massive and the boys looked like they just came out of the ocean for how wet they were only half was through the shows set.
“Before the next song, I want someone who has kept me company this past week. She’s one of the most amazing girls I have ever hung out with and I’m so glad we got paired together to do this project for health class and give it up for Y/N!” Keaton said Making me bush. Tyler pushed me up and Keaton grabbed my hand up at the top.
“It’s been a week, and I’m going to miss hang with you all day. From teaching you surf, after Wesley basically spit know you did not know how, or the rainy days were we could warm up by the fire plays jamming tunes and getting hit on by Drew.” I could see Drew and Wesley agreeing with everything Keaton was saying and holding in the comments.
“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He asked pulling a ring pop from his pocket.
“That’s cheeky” Wesley yelled in the microphone.
“Shut up!” Keaton said. “So will you.” He whispered to me.
“It would be an honor to date you Keaton” I said and he smiled pulling me in for a hug, and putting the ring pop in my finger.
“Nice touch” I said taking a lick or the read cherry candy that is now on my hand.
“Only the best for you.”

Drew One Shot for Bridget (emblem3loveeee) - **Based Off of Boy Who Was Torn Apart

“Are you sure we have to do this?” you complain walking up the driveway of trashed solo cups and drunken guys. “Oh stop being a wus. We’re gonna have fun, okay? Live a little!” You rolled your eyes at your friend’s comment as she lets go of your hand and runs off inside, leaving you by yourself. Sighing, you pull down your sleeves and button your jacket to feel safer and more secure as you walk past the rest of the drunks. Entering the house, you notice broken things everywhere. Stepping around the shattered vase in the foyer floor, you look around for your friend. “Hey pretty lady. Wanna dance?” some pervert asks, grabbing your waist from behind. You turn around and punch him in the chest in attempt for him to back off. He fiercely grabs your arm and pulls you back, with a look of anger. “Yo man, is there a problem here? Get your hands off my girl!” your boyfriend steps in and pushes him to the ground. “ Drew? I thought you said you weren’t gonna be able to make it,” you say confused, as you throw your head into his chest in comfort. "I… I didn’t think I was either.“ You can clearly smell alcohol on his breath and you have a sneaky suspicion he didn't show up just now. He’d been here for a while already.  You push yourself away from him and walk towards the first door you see. "Drew I need to talk to you. Now please,” you scream over your shoulder. A few people mumble and shout things but you ignore them. Shutting the door behind him, Drew stands in front of you. “What's wrong baby?” he says trying to hug you. “Stop! Why’d you lie to me?” A look of confusion and guilt spreads across his face. “Promise you won’t get mad?” You cross your arms and shift your standing position, not taking your eyes off him. “I get it. You’re already mad. Look, it’s just because I knew you weren’t into these kind of parties and stuff. And I haven’t been able to go to a party in such a long time. I just figured… You didn’t want to come and…” he trails off and looks into your eyes waiting for a response. “You think I would have stopped you from going if you had just told me you wanted to go?!” With that, you push him away from the door and walk out. Walking up a long flight of stairs, you notice a window through the room on the right. You climb out the window cautiously and stand on the balcony four floors high. You think about the first time you and Drew got together. It all started with a gig his band had been playing while you were out at a restaurant. You fell in love with his voice and talking to him after made you realize there was so much more to love as well. Tears fall slowly down your cheeks remembering the good times, as Drew steps out the window to join you. “Are you still mad at me? Because… ” He walks to the edge and pulls himself up over and dangles his legs. “I am." Thinking he’s joking you continue to say "Drew… Stop it. That’s not funny. Don’t even mess around like that.” He slides further on the railing and looks down. “Bridget, I’m not kidding. I’ve done so much good. I try and try to make people happy. I try to be a better person and make up for all the mistakes I’ve made in the past. But I guess it’s still not good enough. I still make too many mistakes.” Seriously concerned now, you stand up and walk over to him. “Baby, listen to me. You’re the kindest, most well-rounded, pure, loving person I know. Everyone makes mistakes, and I was just overreacting anyway. I’m sorry.” Drew leans back, takes your hand in his and kisses you passionately. “I love you,” he says after pulling away and looks at the ground again. “I’ve always loved you. From that very day I saw you in the audience at that gig. You looked absolutely beautiful.” You can’t help but smile at the thought again.  "And I want you to remember that as you go on… That you’re beautiful and I always loved you.“ Realization hits you that he’s saying his goodbyes. Swaying back and forth on the railing now, he could fall any minute or jump when he wants to. He takes a deep breath and you know he’s about to do it. You try and scream but the fear gets the best of you. You can’t make a sound. You tighten both your arms around him and start sobbing. "Bridget, Bridget. Shh… it’s alright.” Drew’s voice calms you a little, reminding you he’s not gone yet. “You can’t leave me,” you croak out, “That’s not okay. You can’t do that to me.” Without looking at you, he swallows and you can hear him trying to hold back the tears. “Then come with me.” Shocked you cry even harder, but realize he’s not going to budge. Shaky and dizzy from all the commotion you climb up onto the railing beside him and kiss his cheek. “Ready?” he says, inhaling deeply once again. You nod slowly and take his hand. “I love you too, Drew. So much.” A single tear falls down his cheek and he nods and turns to look at the ground one last time. “One.. Two.. Three.” You scream as you start to fall but look beside you, to find empty air rather than Drew. Reaching your hands out to find anything you can to hold onto, you cling onto the gutter on the side of the house. “BRIDGET!!” You hear Drew scream. You look up and start crying as you see him just above you, climbing down towards you. When he’s close enough, he reaches his hand out for you and pulls you up into him. You both continue the climb back to the forth floor window. Holding onto the balcony with one hand, Drew pushes you up and over with the other. Shortly after, he pulls himself up as well and pulls you into his strong but calming arms. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…. I would never want you to hurt yourself like that. I don’t know what I was thinking. I tried to hold onto your hand when I realized, but you jumped too fast. God, I can’t believe you were actually going to jump with me. I’m so…" You shut him up with a kiss. Pulling at the hair at the back of his neck like a child you tell him "I love you more than anything, Drew. I wasn’t going to let you do that. I couldn’t stay here without you. You know that.” Tears just streaming down his face now, Drew puts a piece of hair behind your ear and says “Even though I truly believe I deserve it, you don’t. I was being selfish and I’m an idiot. I never want to take you with me. Not like that. If you can’t stay here without me, then I’m going to stay.” He kisses the top of your head and repeats “I’m going to stay. I love you Bridget." Smiling up at him you say "You’re so stupid.” He laughs and pulls you back inside the building.

Drew one shot *mature content*

You and your best friend had moved to Huntington recently and the only friends that you had made were your neighbors, three gorgeous guys. They were gonna throw a party and they had invited you guys, of course, you were really excited, because you had a crush on Drew. You were wearing a black summer dress, red heels and you looked really hot. You and your best friend were dancing and meeting new people when you realized that Drew was staring at you, so you looked at him and smirked but you kept dancing. He stood up and went towards you, you didn’t know what to do, you just could think how hot he was, and how you desperately wanted to touch his six pack. With all this on your mind, you hadn’t notice how close he was. He gazed you and then he pull you closer and you could feel his heavy breathin. You kissed him hard, you were in dominance, he broke the kiss and guide you to his bedroom. You locked the door, took your heels off and throw him into the bed. You took off your dress, and he was lying there, admiring your body. You jumped to his lap, you started by kissing him softly, you wanted to tease him, when you felt his hard on underneath you, you started to kiss him harder and moving your hips against his, he broke the kiss and switch place with you, you took his t-shirt off and his shorts along with his boxers. he is so big, you thought. He kissed your neck and you left escape a moan, unzipped your bra and teased your left nipple. Just fuck me, Drew you begged, he took off your panties and he started to kiss your sex, he licked you, he bitten you and the only thing you could do was moan and begged for more. He went up and kissed you, sou you could taste yourself, you left a moan escape. Do you want me to fuck you?, I want you inside me, now!. You felt his hard on on your entrance, and then he was in you. He let you adjust and then he started to rock your hips slowly. You’re so hot he moaned. Faster, faster, so he did. You warned him you were close and after a few seconds he watched you coming down from your orgasm, not much longer after  he was reaching his high. He kissed your cheek before collapse next to you. This was awesome!, you said. Agree babe, so are you enjoying the party?

A/N: Hey, so this was the first time i wrote smut, i don’t know if it’s good, but I hope you like it! kiss

One Shot- Dirty Little Secret- Drew (Monday

“Hey Drew can you grab my phone?” I heard my brother Wes yell from down stairs. I was hanging I’m my room doing homework for collage when all of a sudden Drew, my brother’s best friend, fly through the door.
“Kay we have like 2 mintues” drew said. I pushed my books back and turn over as Drew climbs on top of me, slappping our lips together.
I know its bad. Drew is in the same band as my brother’s Keaton and Wesley and he’s Wesleys best friend and Wes is my twin brother. But Drew is Drew he practical sleeps in this house and is closer to Wes then me, even if me and Wes were practically attached at hip when we were younger. Drew and I developed feelings for eachother and things got serious, really serious, its been about a month and no one knows that me and Drew are a couple.
“Wheres his phone?” Drew said getting up. I point to the large amp between me and Wesley’s bed that we used as a night stand. Yea me and Wes share a bedroom so everything is 10 times harder to keep it a secret.
“What is taking you so long?” Wesley said coming into the room. I was leaned over my books again trying to get this info in my head.
“I was making out with Y/N” Drew said smirking at Wes.
“Yea sure, she’s glued to books, have fun with making out with your words Drew.” Wesley said grabbing his phone from Drew’s hand falling on his bed. I love how drew always tells the truth yet no one believes him, reason to love him
“We’ll you would be glued to books if you did not stop school after high school.” I said.
“Hay, you got the brains from the two of us, I got the music talent, you go to school and I become a rock star with Keaton and Drew.” He said blunt. It’s true Emblem3 is doing great since X Factor but Keaton has to finish school before they tour everywhere.
“So you want to make out some more.” Drew said sitting on my bed.
“I have science to study for.” I told him kicking him off.
“Rejected by the books!” Wesley laughed.
“One day bro, ill get her.” Drew said going over to Wesley.
“Yeah that’s the day I stop playing music.”
“That’s never going to happen.” I said to Wesley.
“Exactly.” He said smiling. He’s right, I did get the brains, and for what he said, he would be done music by now. Wes needs to learn to read between line only problem with that he needs to learn to read things other then guitar notes and song lyrics.
“Wes would you get me something to drink?” I ask him putting my best puppy dog face on.
“You have two feet you can-” he stopped when I pointed to the books “fine” he said getting up and leaving the room.
“Seriously, why don’t you just hang a sign on your head that’s says ‘I’m dating your sister’” I said, I don’t want his relationship with Wes to end because of me, and I know if Wes finds out, Drew would be dead meat.
“Cause that would hurt” he said.
“What if Wes punches you the face one day?” I said.
“He can’t hurt his bro”
“But he can if you hurt his sis, TWIN sis.”
“We will tell him one day” he said putting his head down.
“Till that day, lay off so many of the jokes. One is fine, but don’t over do it. I don’t want Wesley to worry. He is my brother and I care about him, just as much as I care about you. Please?” I ask him. Me and Wesley talk almost every night, and I know it bugs him.
“Alright.” Drew said with a smile. I walked over and pecked his lips. Then went back to my bed on time once Wes walked in the door holding 3 bottles of beer.
“I got you a drink.” Wesley said smiling.
“Way to twit my words Wesley.” I said grabbing the beer. What? I’m not going to let it go to waste.
“So how’s the music coming along?” I asked. If I’m drinking I’m not stugying so best to put it a side and talk to the boys.
“Major blast!” Drew yelled.
“It’s been a blasty blast!” Wesley said smiling. Blasty blast? Maybe he should go back to school. He can learn English.
“Can’t wait for this tour to start. Let the music flow and the energy fly,” drew said.
“Nothing better then dedicated fans”
“Good music”
“Screaming girls”
“Angery dads”
“Pissed boyfriends.”
“Room of horny teenage gi-”
“And Im done talking to you both” I said as they lose track. They both smile these stupid grins to eachother knowing that the tour will be awesome.
“But seriously its going to kick ass.” Wesley said.
“Times three.” Drew added.

That Night
“Drew not staying the night on our floor again?” I asked Wesley as he came into the room after his shower.
“Naw he needed to get some shiz down so he left.” Wesley said throwing off his towel reveling his boxers and slipping his basketball shorts on.
“You know I love you bro but I don’t want to see you practically naked, save it for the fans.” I nudged him. Wesley smirked and chilled down on my bed opposite side to me. “So how’s life?”
“My life is great! I’m so happy with it right now I can’t even put it up to express how awesome it is.” He said tilting his head back. “How’s School?”
“A pain in my ass, sometimes I wish I was you, just drop it all and do something fun.”
“You could, you can act and we do live in California.”
“Mom would have my head.” I said
“Just like she had mine when I said I’m leaving Sequim.” He laughed.
“Yea she almost pushed you out the window.” I laughed remembering that convo.
“She spit the tea on me, I remember that part.”
“Well it did come out of no where that you wanted to move to Cali.”
“It worked, look at me now.” He said slapping his chest.
“Yeah, thinks its easy for you when people see Stromberg they ask about you and Keaton!” I said. Wesley hanged his head down. “Hey its cool, its awesome to have you both as my brother’s. I have the coolest brothers ever!”
“Date Drew you can be Stromberg Chadwick, hella combo.” He laughed. Wait does he know or is this just for shits and giggles?
“Yeah, then you would be out of music.” I said.
“Yeah, but that would be funny, kind of want to see that. But don’t get any ideas” he said getting up and turning off the lights heading to bed. If only he knew.

Drew One Shot(Part 1)

“So, I here there is going to be a new lifeguard today.” Macy says as you pull your lifeguard labeled shirt over your red bikini. “Yeah? That’s cool.” You say as you put your whistle around your neck. “It’s a guy.” Macy said as she smiled and winked at you. “Hmm.” You said as you laughed and made your way out to the pool area and walked to the assigned chair you have to sit in until your break. You sat down and began watching all the people enjoying their time with each other. As you sat watching all the kids, you made sure they were all playing safe, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned and seen the person who had tapped you. “Hey, I’m Drew.. I’m the new lifeguard.” He said as he stuck out his hand. “Y/N” You said as you nodded and shook his hand. He was very attractive. He was wearing a white tank top that was labeled ‘lifeguard’ just like yours. The tank top revealed his nice, big arm muscles. “I think I'm supposed to take over here while you go on break? Am I right?” He asked as he smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth and bright eyes. “You are.”  You say as you smiled and giggled. You then stood up to let him take your place. “See ya.” You said as you smiled and waved. “Later.” He said with another smile. You walked into the staff room which still had a window so you could see Drew. You sat down at the table and just examined his features. He has beautiful eyes, a bright smile, amazing body, and from what you have witnessed, an amazing personality too. You spent your whole break just watching him, admiring him. About 15 minutes later you realized it was time for you to go back out and take your friend Lauren’s place. You walked to the spot Lauren was and noticed it was right across from Drew who was sitting across the pool. You smiled and said “Lauren you’re free.” “Thank god, I’m starving.” She said as she smiled at you and walked back to the staff room. You sat in the chair and looked up at Drew staring at you. You smiled as he looked back around the pool. You felt your cheeks getting warm when you looked back up at Drew. You smiled and went back to watching all the kids swimming together and laughing. Later after the pool had closed you walked back into the staff locker room and unlocked your locker. You grabbed your bag and pulled some shorts on over your bikini bottoms, pulled your 'lifeguard’ shirt off and stuffed it back into your locker, and put the lock back on. You turned and gasped when Drew was standing by the entrance of the room, smiling, and staring at you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said with a wink as he started walking towards you……

Wesley One Shot

“Where is he!?” You muttered to herself, as you pushed passed the rushing people who were catching there flights. Your long hair blowing in the wind as you snapped your head to the right, praying to see the tall muscular figure that you’ve grown to be so familiar with.

You looked around frantically, still not seeing him. You groaned, running a hand through your hair in frustration before you saw a airport attendant walk past you.

“Uh, excuse me! Do you know where the Jetblue area would be?” You asked quickly.

The airport attendant scrunched his eyebrows in confusion before answering,

“Yes, go all the way down and make a right.”

“Thanks.” You said before quickly rushing over to where his the JetBlue area would be.

Once you reached the crowded check in area, you looked around not seeing him. You groaned in annoyance, why didn’t he wake me this morning? You remembered the pain shooting through your heart when you woke up, seeing a little note in place of where his body should have been. You remembered reading the note, seeing his familiar messy writing with the words:

I’m sorry, I just couldn’t wake you. I love you. -Wes

You knew it would have been difficult to say goodbye, but you couldn’t let him leave without saying it. Suddenly you heard the familiar faint laugh from a distance, you snapped your head in the direction,

“Wes?” You said quietly to yourself, walking in the direction you heard the laugh from.

Suddenly you saw a small Starbucks kiosk where Wesley was sitting down with Keaton and Drew. He was laughing, oblivious that you were only standing a small distance away.

Just then, his head snapped in your direction, his laugh silencing as he looked over towards you

“Y/N?” Wesley said, ignoring the confusing looks that he got from his two best friends.

He stood up from his seat, walking over to you.

“Wes?” You said, your voice slightly cracking.

Just then, Wesley eloped you into one of his huge bear hugs. You hugged back, burying your head in his chest as a few tears escaped your eyes.

You and Wes pulled back, both gazing into each others eyes.

“Don’t ever do that to me again!” You said, lightly slapping Wesley’s arm.

Wesley grabbed your hand, his eyes softening as he saw the tears urging to break through your eyes. He lifted his hand, his thumb rubbing against your cheek as he wiped away the tears.

“I’m sorry baby.” He said quietly, “It’s just..it’s difficult to say goodbye.”

Just then, the loud speaker erupted through the airport, grabbing the attention of the two teenagers. “Flight 113 to New York is now boarding!”

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself not to cry before you looked up into Wesley’s eyes.

“I guess this is it.” You said quietly knowing you won’t see him for another month or so.

Wesley nodded his head, before leaning his forehead on yours,

“Just remember, I love you. Even if I’m miles away, I still love you so much.” He said quietly, before he leaned down giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.