“WES?” questioned Angel, “Wes.”
Wesley had been spacing off sitting behind the desk, behind the counter. Wesley came back suddenly, “What, something wrong, I’ll get to the books,” he stood up.
“No,” said Angel, “You don’t have to get to the books.”
“Oh, I thought it was dire,” replied Wesley.
“Well, I think, Spike, had his handy, picking pocket thieving daughter pull my wallet while it was on me,” answered Angel.
“Were you wearing your coat?” asked Wesley, seeing Angel looking through his coats in a chair, the coats from the coat rack.
“No, but I was hoping that it was in my coat cause then it means that Emma didn’t just pull it right off my pants, while they were on me,” replied Angel looking through his coat pockets.
“But is it in your coat?” asked Wesley.
“No, I think it was on me the whole time, and she got it right off me,” he said throwing down his coat.
“Don’t fret Angel, maybe you just left it in your room,” Wesley said calmly.
“Well, that’s more supportive, but doesn’t mean I did leave my wallet in my room, and she just went in there and grabbed it, I think she’d wait till it was on me or something,” said Angel.
Wesley looked at Angel confused, “ You do know Emma took your wallet, and you didn’t just loose it?”
They got quiet, “Well, my wallet wasn’t in my pants, or, my coats, and Spike just kind of said he was going to head out for a couple of hours and that he’d be back.”
“Oh, and that he’d head out, only if he had money?” questioned Wesley.
“Exactly,” stated Angel.
“Ask when he gets back,” said Wesley.
“Thanks, but, I will go look in my room,” pointed Angel.
“Alright.”
Angel went off into the main part of the lobby and up the stairs. Wesley looked at the stairs for a long time then got up and went to the coffee maker. He poured himself a cup and took a drink out of the mug. Wesley then spit the coffee.
“Good lord,” he whipped his mouth.
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“DR. LORAL IS WITH ANOTHER PATIENT RIGHT NOW, you can go in, in a moment,” smiled a sweet young nurse.
“Well, thank you, I’ll wait,” replied Wesley sitting down in the doctor’s office, demon doctor’s office.
“I see the last week’s treatment has you coming back,” replied the nurse behind the front desk.
“Oh, well, what one gets I figure,” Wesley said nicely, “Good thing it’s cheap.”
“Of course, we get so many visitors we don’t have to charge that much to keep, living out of a dumpster,” replied the nice nurse.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he had a sadness towards her in his voice, “I’m sorry if my money isn’t, giving you, the luxurious life.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to lead you on, my living is fine, I was just saying that the people, plus me are grateful that you’re coming to us.”
“I understand, I own business, well, part in owning a business, like I own it,” he said, “At one time I owned it.”
“Dr. Loral is open now,” stated the nurse.
“It’s been nice talking to you I guess,” replied Wesley, standing up.
Wesley walked down the hall and into the office of the Demon Doctor- Dr. Loral. The Doctor looked like a normal human, but he had some weird flapping ears, that in his species whenever he gets excited would flap energetically.
The doctor wore glasses and the regular white coat. He had a long chair in his office, like one you’d see in a physiatrist’s office. Wesley walked in, “Good morning.”
“Good morning to you too,” smiled Dr. Loral getting up from his desk.
“I see you got a new seat, or couch,” smiled Wesley.
“I always like a good cliché,” stated the Dr. going over to his couch and sitting in the chair next to it, “Please, do take a seat.”
Wesley willingly sat down at the couch, “I thought I should come in again this week like you suggested.”
The Dr. sat still for a moment looking up at the ceiling, he cracked his neck twice and a set of horns grew out of his forehead, he sneezed then smiled back at Wesley, “Just getting ready.”
“Of course,” said Wesley.
“I sense that you’ve met a new friend,” replied the Doctor.
“Not really,” stated Wesley.
“Please lay back,” answered Dr. Loral holding his note pad. Wesley did so, “You know she’s single.”
“I’m sorry, but, I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of relationship,” sighed Wesley.
“Of course, no need to rush you,” answered the Doctor, “Just take your time, but remember, I’m the psychiatrist not you.”
“Of course,” smiled Wesley, “I don’t forget.”
“You seem to be happier then you were in your last visit,” answered the Dr. writing that down.
“Oh,” said Wesley, “Things, are, developing a normality in my life.”
“A normality?” asked the Dr., “Don’t lie to me, I know very well that that’s not completely true.” Wesley looked at him for a long moment, “You don’t know you’re lying, well. Just close your eyes and breath.”
Wesley did so, “What now?”
“What’s bothering you?” he asked, his eyes flipped from their normal brown to a hideous green.
Wesley opened his eyes abruptly, looked straight forward, “I killed a man.”
“Why?”
“It was in the desert, I’m always left to do the killing, that’s how I feel, that I’m the one that does the dirty work,” he kept his eyes opened, straight forward no blinking.
“I didn’t ask you that, I asked why,” retorted Dr. Loral.
“Because, I took the job,” sighed Wesley.
“Do you feel like they give you these jobs, or that you want them?” asked Dr. Loral writing in his notepad.
“I don’t know.”
“Really?”
“I’m the only human left, since-” Wesley stopped himself from saying something.
“Since who?” asked the Dr. “You don’t want to tell me his name, why?”
“What name?” asked Wesley.
“Gunn, is it?”
“No, don’t,” replied Wesley.
“You feel as though you’ve taken on his job,” replied the Dr, “You hate him?”
“No, no, no, I don’t, hate, Gunn.”
“You’re the only one doing the job?”
“Angel, he does it too,” answered Wesley.
“You feel inadequate,” suggested the Dr.
“Oh, yes,” replied Wesley.
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WESLEY WAS STANDING BEHIND THE BAR, reading. Angel came down the stairs, saw Emma, “Emma, where’s my wallet?”
Emma was coming down the opposite stairs, holding a sandwich, eating it. Emma looked Angel’s way, “Wallet?”
“Yes, thing, holds money, pretty green dollar bills,” answered Angel, “I’ve been looking around for it for hours.” Emma shrugged her shoulders, He walked in front of her, “Don’t lie to me.”
He was getting kind of close to her as she walked, “ Hey buddy,” she backed up, “I know damn well what a wallet is, I stole one from you before.”
“So you admit, you know where the wallet is, you stole it?” asked Angel.
“No, I didn’t admit,” answered Emma.
“Maybe she didn’t take it,” suggested Wesley still looking at his book.
“I think she took it, she’s the one taking stuff and-”
“I did not knick your purse thank you, bird,” said Emma, “My dad probably did though.”
“Did you just call me a Bird?” asked Angel.
“Angel, I suggested before we wait for Spike to get back,” answered Wesley, “Then ask him.”
“Now excuse me, but I’m going to go get my shoes,” said Emma.
Angel looked down at Emma’s feet, she wasn’t wearing any socks or shoes, just bare feet. Emma walked past Angel eating her sandwich.
“Emma, I thought I suggested that you put your boots up in your room,” stated Wesley closing his book.
Emma had her boots and socks in one hand, “You’re not my dad,” she said plainly, in no way disrespectfully, besides the statement itself.
“But remember, it strikes the clients as odd,” said Wesley.
“We don’t have any clients,” said Emma going to the stairs.
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“I FEEL LIKE I’M PART OF A DAYCARE,” stated Wesley still sitting on that couch, thinking about what he’s done to suggest he’s part of a daycare, “I swear, they wouldn’t be anywhere without me. Emma would have her clothes draped all over the place. Angel would be loosing things, Spike would be stealing more things, and Conner would be fighting vamps in doors again.”
“Really?” questioned Dr. Loral.
“Really!” stated Wesley.
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WESLEY WAS IN THE LOBBY. [a couple of days ago.] Wesley was looking under the desk for something. Suddenly the lobby doors were flung opened and a vamp slid through the door and across the Lobby floor. Conner came into the lobby completely normal.
Wesley stood up from behind the desk and hit his head on the way up on the desk. He held his head as he saw the vamp try to run towards him. Wes ducked out of the way. Conner leapt over the counter and threw the vamp into the desk, making the desk brake. Wesley backed up into Angel’s office.
The vamp went towards Wesley, Wes ducked out of the way again and went to look for some kind of weapon. Conner grabbed the vamp by the back of his hair, and slammed him into the counter. Then he grabbed him and threw him down on the ground.
The vampire got back up and ran at Wesley. “STOP RUNNING AT ME!!”
Conner punched the vamp in the side of the head and it hit the coat hanger. Wesley grabbed the coat hanger before it fell down. Conner picked up the vamp and tossed it into the middle of the lobby, leapt over the counter and punched it in the head.
The vamp hit the weapons cabinet and glass went everywhere. Wesley grabbed a stake off the floor. But Conner grabbed the vamp and flipped him, then head butted him killing the vamp in a pile of dust. Conner fell backwards from using the killer head but and fell on his butt.
“Conner, I thought I told you-” started Wesley looking at the mess.
“Yeah, I know, Kill it where you find it, don’t bring it back here to kill it,” said Conner rubbing his head.
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ANGEL WAS FIXING HIMSELF A GLASS OF BLOOD. The phone then rang in Angel’s office. Angel walked off from his cup of blood. Spike on the opposite side of the counter goes over the frig to get himself a drink. He looks in it, but sniffs the air.
Spike turned around to see Angel left himself a glass of blood on the counter. Spike went over to it, picked it up and took a drink, then walked off with it.
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ANGEL WAS TALKING ON THE PHONE IN THE LOBBY. “Just stay calm, and don’t make any sudden movements,” he listened to the phone, while, ironically, Spike was standing behind him. “I know, the cat has grown, yes, that’s normal with these cases,” he listened, Spike was doing something but Angel just kept talking with the woman on the phone, “I know it’s calling your name, NO, DON’T TOUCH IT!!”
Spike then walked away from Angel, flipping through Angel’s wallet and putting it in his own pocket.
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WESLEY STILL SAT ON THE COUCH, “I have to always watch them. Living with 4 immortals isn’t all fun and games.”
“Of course,” said the doctor.
“I explain it, lets just not jump into the case, I’m the only one that can’t take a bullet,” replied Wesley.
“Yes,” agreed the Dr. “That really does bring a Fella down.”
“I’m going to get old and wrinkly, not them, I’m going to tire out and waste away,” stated Wesley.
“You’re not just old yet,” said Dr. Loral, “You’ve still got time, you take care of your body.”
“I’m over 30,” said Wesley, bluntly.
Dr. Loral then said in a clam voice, “I’m not here to caudal you, now, wake up.”
Wesley blinked quickly, then he looked at the doctor, “Thank You.”
“You’re welcome,” said Dr. Loral standing up.
“Do you have any suggestions, are you going to need to put me back, under?” asked Wesley.
“No, not today, I have some suggestions though,” answered Dr. Loral.
“What?” asked Wesley.
“You need some Freedom,” stated Dr. Loral, “I suggest that you get out of the work place.”
“Get out, what do you mean?” asked Wesley.
“Get your own place,” he suggested, “Make some friends out of the work place, I hate to say it, but get a life.”
“Get a life, I have one-”
“You have a life of waiting, for apocalypses, doesn’t mean that these apocalypses are going to come,” sighed The Dr.
“They will, there’s always something under wraps,” sighed Wesley.
“But not that you can tell, just instinct, instinct can be wrong, very wrong at times. Get your own place, try to live a little.”
“Really?” questioned Wesley.
“Yes Really, I suggest you go have some fun, don’t surround yourself with the work place, and don’t tell yourself that you’re getting older,” replied the Dr., “This is outside my usual mature judgment, but, go have a night that you don’t end up remembering.”
“What, no, I’m better then that, I can’t just go out and get drunk, what, that’s, wrong-”
“Of course, but it’s your choice, just, get yourself a little freedom,” sighed the Dr, “I’m not condoning or suggesting getting drunk.”
“Drugs?!” scoffed Wesley in a mild outrage, couldn’t believe his own ears.
“No, just find yourself a nice hobby, reading books isn’t the only thing you should do, Go to the movies, bring a friend, that kind of thing, friend outside of work of course,” answered the Dr.
“And that’ll help me?” asked Wesley.
“Of course, just, be smart,” said the Dr.
“I think I can manage that,” said Wesley.
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WESLEY WAS SITTING on one of the red couches in the Lobby. Reading a newspaper, looking for a place. Spike walked into the Lobby. He had a hair cut and bleach job done, that’s where that wallet money went. Angel had been waiting for Spike. Angel walked into the Lobby.
“Thanks there Angel,” he threw the wallet to Angel, “I’m feeling a bit like my old self.”
“I knew it, did you have Emma take it from me?” asked Angel catching his wallet.
“Nope, did it myself,” laughed Spike, “Knicked right off you.”
Angel looked in his wallet, “You took all my money.”
“Hey, have you ever gotten a bleach job, those things aren’t all pennies and nickels,” he thought about it, “Unless you have a bunch, of pennies, and nickels.”
“No, cause I’m not stupid Spike,” growled Angel.
“Don’t fight,” suggested Wesley, “I’m trying to read.”
“I want this money back Spike,” growled Angel, “We’ve got bills to pay, all of that.”
“And I’ve got hair that slowly but surely grows,” said Spike.
“Wait,” said Wesley looking up, “If your hair on your head grows, does, does your toenails, and fingernails grow?”
“No,” said Spike, “Just the hair, I figure it’s a whole vanity thing, the first vamp probably wanted to keep the pretties on.”
“Hmm…” said Wesley.
“Now, I want to see this money magically in my wallet,” said Angel showing Spike the empty wallet.
“Don’t worry,” stated Spike, “You’ll get your money, do you want it in kittens or-”
“I want it the way it was, we’ve got bills to pay and people to feed and advertising and-”
“Angel,” said Wesley, “I’m going to be finding myself my own place.
“-And I won’t, kittens?!” Angel looked at Wesley, “What, you’ve moving out?”
“Um, yes,” said Wesley, “Looking for a place.”
“Why?” asked Angel.
“I feel like I need a little freedom,” said Wesley, “Don’t worry, I’ll come in here for work, 9 to whenever, don’t worry.”
“When did you come up with this idea?” asked Spike, matter of factually.
“A couple of weeks of thought,” said Wesley.
“This is sudden,” answered Angel.
“Yes, I know,” replied Wesley, “I think, soon would be best.”
“All to you,” stated Spike, “I’ll be seeing you.”
Spike backed up from Angel and went towards the stairs. Angel turned around, “Hey, I’m not done with you Spike.”
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DAY. “This Apartment, has 1 bed, 1bath, you’ve seen the kitchen, the living room,” stated a woman, showing Wesley around an apartment. “You’ve heard the prices.”
“I used to live here,” stated Wesley looking at the apartment, “Of course I know.”
“Oh, you’ve lived here?” asked the woman, “Well, wouldn’t you want a place that already felt like home?”
“Of course,” replied Wesley.
“Then you can look around, make sure everything is up to the notch that you’ve been wanting, or have had, even better notches, and then, sign some papers for me if you want it,” said the woman.
“I’d be happy to,” said Wesley.
“I’ll leave you to that,” she said after hearing a knock at the door.
She opened up the door, There was the nurse, “Oh, hello, are you here about the apartment?”
“Yes, is it still being offered,” replied the nurse.
“Oh, I’m afraid we’ve stopped,” said the woman, “But we do have other apartments.”
Wesley looked over to the door and saw the nurse. “Hey, Wesley Wyndam Pryce, I know you.”
“I know you too,” said Wesley.
The woman presenting the apartment went out the door, “I’ll just go out to my car and get some papers.”
The Nurse from the Demon Dr.’s office walked in. She wasn’t wearing her white uniform, she was wearing a purple pleated skirt over and a black coat over her shirt. And she held a brown briefcase. She wore black heals which made her taller. She was 5’6”, had long black hair and big green eyes.
“Sorry, if, I took this place from you,” stated Wesley.
“No, I’m fine,” she answered, “She said that there were more apartments. Oh, I’ve never introduced myself, she put our her hand, I’m Rebecca Malcolm.”
“You know who I am,” said Wesley shaking her hand.
She pulled back slowly, “Yeah, sorry I had to come and interrupt your looking.”
“Sorry again, that I slowed you’re home search down,” smiled Wesley.
Rebecca pointed at him candidly and said, “Well I’m going to have to kill you for it.” Things just got real quiet, and Wesley’s smile went away. Rebecca looked down, “I was kidding, sorry.”
“Oh,” breathed Wesley, “I hadn’t obviously noticed. Ha, ha,” he was trying to make it sound like he thought it was funny.
“Usually people in the office love that kind of talk,” said Rebecca, people in the office are demons, “I guess you don’t.”
Wesley looked down, then back up, “People in my office would take it personally and probably beat you to death, or throw you against a wall or something.”
Rebecca’s eyes opened wide, “I take it you’re not kidding.”
“No,” laughed Wesley.
Then she let a small laugh escape her. “Well, sorry to cause this, little bit, of awkwardness.”
“It’s my fault too,” said Wesley.
She looked up, then a small, not very confident voice said, “You want to get some coffee?”
“No,” said Wesley abruptly, like that was and automatic defense.
She looked at him like that kind of blew her mind, “Oh.”
“Sorry,” said Wesley, “You’re a very nice girl and I just wouldn’t feel right- I was in a relationship and-”
“I’m 28,” she said.
“Oh, you don’t look 28, why are you telling me you’re 28?” asked Wesley, “I thought you were 20.”
“You said I was nice girl, thanks for saying girl, but I’m not really a girl,” she stated.
“Sorry though,” replied Wesley, “If the circumstances were different.”
“You’d be happily married man with many kids,” said Rebecca, then she started to rant, “each one with your eyes, her hair, and you guys have a nice little puppy named ‘Rufus’. Or Spike, or Skip. And you’d have a nice house in the suburbs, not that I’m saying you look like you belong in the suburbs, I don’t think you look like you belong in the suburbs, you look like an apartment man.” she looked down again, “ Ironic, you’re here in an apartment. I never lived in an apartment, I’m from Ohio, I lived with my grandma, she used to be a missionary-”
“Calm down, Rebecca I think you’re a little nervous,” he said to the thin nervous woman.
She put her briefcase on her head, “Don’t I look like a fool, I could die right now, you know.”
“I don’t suggest it,” said Wesley.
They got quiet again, Rebecca look back up at him, she pressed her silky black locks of hair behind her ears then decided, “I think I’ll go check out some other apartments now, probably far away now that I’ve humiliated myself.”
“It was nerves,” stated Wesley, “You can be in the same building, if that’s what you want.”
“Thank You,” said Rebecca, “I’ll see you around I guess.”
She just ignored him and walked out of the place. Wesley just watched her leave, a little awed by her, being nervous.
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NIGHT. Wesley sat a box on his table in the kitchen like area, one of the many boxes he had in fact. He went back into the Living room and sat a box off the floor and put it on his coffee table. There was a knock at the door.
Wesley stood up straight and looked to the door. He went to the door when there was another knock. He unlocked the door and pulled it open. Angel, Spike, Conner, and Emma stood at the door. Angel with a cake, that said, ‘Happy New Home Whistles.’
Wesley looked to the cake, “Whistles?”
“Actually, I knew a guy who did cakes,” said Spike, “Of course he has bad hearing.”
“That explains the doggy biscuits drawn in icing,” stated Wesley.
“Don’t worry Wes,” replied Angel, “It’s not made of dog food.”
“Come in,” smiled Wesley.
They walked in, [Angel wore a dark purple button up shirt, black pants and his coat. Spike wore a button up red shirt, black pants, and his black leather coat. Conner wore blue jeans, white tank top shirt and a zip up black jacket. Emma wore a camo T-shirt with long sleeves and a pair of black jeans with her blue jean jacket.]
Wesley closed the door behind them, “What gave you the idea to come here, not that I don’t appreciate it.”
“Thought it would be nice,” said Angel.
“Oh, I thought you wouldn’t notice me gone,” sighed Wesley.
“Really,” laughed Emma, “Now we don’t have Book Man Haunt.”
Wesley looked at her funny for saying, “Well, Book Man Haunt, that’s a nice name.”
“You’re always around,” said Emma trying to get her foot out of her mouth, “Now, suddenly your not, so Angel wanted to give you a warming.”
“You didn’t have to,” answered Wesley looking at Angel.
“Well, you’ve been living a long time with us, and it’s just not right for you to be somewhere else,” replied Angel.
“Well,” Wesley smiled, “Great now that I’ve been compared to a haunt that reads books, man, I see why it’s not just right.”
“Sorry,” said Emma.
“I’ll go get plates,” replied Wesley, “And forks, and we can eat.”
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HRS. PASSED. Angel ended up talking to Wesley in Wes’ kitchen. Spike was in the Living room watching T.V. Emma and Conner were playing Chess. Been for hrs. Either one could win. But more to Wesley and Angel.
“Wes?” asked Angel leaning on the counter.
“Yes?” questioned Wesley putting some plates in the sink.
“You moved out for more then just freedom,” said Wesley.
“Freedom?” questioned Wesley, “How did you get that idea?”
“Kind of sensed it,” answered Angel.
“It’s not just that,” replied Wesley.
“What is it?” asked Angel.
“You’re making it sound like if I tell you everything, you’re going to try to get me to come back to the hotel,” stated Wesley.
“No, not at all, it’s your choice to be here,” said Angel, “But I think there were more reasons to your coming here, being out here.”
Wesley folded his arms across his chest, “Just a decision of mine.”
“I don’t think so,” said Angel, “Wes, it’s been, some, way for awhile.”
“You know what Angel,” stated Wesley, “You’ve got a lot more on you then my psychiatrist.”
“You have a psychiatrist?” asked Angel, “How long has this, have you been?”
“A couple of weeks,” answered Wesley.
“Is this about Standle, cause, you can’t tell that kind of thing to normal Shrinks, or, we’re goanna end up in, more trouble, than-”
“Don’t worry, it’s empath demon, Dr. Loral, he suggests I try to get more of a life outside the workplace,” he looked down.
“I don’t see this,” answered Angel, “You, you’re always so calm. Does this have anything to do with Gunn?”
Wesley looked straight forward, “Sort of.”
“Instead of going to a doctor, you could of told me,” stated Angel.
“No, I don’t think I could have Angel,” Wesley looked up, “Life is hard, I’m the only human working at Angel Investigations.”
“Well, you could of told the closest things, Emma or Conner, but I don’t think they’d be all that empathetic,” replied Angel.
“Did you read the pile of papers on your desk?” asked Wesley.
“No, I’m going to get to those,” replied Angel.
“No, Angel, see that’s it, I’ve been running that place. All those papers, small pile, but they say how to run the place. You guys, don’t know how, it’s stressful, and all the humans that were with us, dead,” stated Wesley, “It’s all mind breaking when you put it together.”
“I can run that place Wes, why do you think I can’t?”
“Cause of the ‘I will attitude,’” answered Wesley, “There’s dates to when things are paid, and frankly we don’t have the money a lot of the times. Did you know, when I wasn’t reading up whatever crap, I had a second job?”
“No.”
“I miss Fred, that’s on me too, I see Emma, walking around, in Fred’s clothes, everywhere, some not so much, but, it hurts to be reminded, that’s hers,” he looked down.
“Fred’s dead,” said Angel.
“You don’t at all seem to care a bit, you’re friends, all around you dying, you don’t seem to show any care, Fred, Gunn, you don’t even mourn Cordelia anymore!”
“I do, don’t say I don’t!”
“Well, you’re not even brooding anymore, just, normal, normal, normal, normal!”
Angel took a breath, “I’m angry, I’m angry they had to die, I’m sad, I just don’t wait, or talk about it, There’s bigger things.”
“You think there’s bigger things, bigger than the death of your own friends, Angel you’ve always seemed to have lacked the vision-”
“Lacked vision, of what, Wes, what?”
“Always about saving the world,” said Wesley.
“Cause it’s right,” proclaimed Angel.
“No, because you’re just to used to trying to make up for everything you do, you don’t think about anything different. You want everything under your thumbs, I’m not blind Angel, and no one else around you is either, why do you think that Conner dislikes you so much?” stated Wesley.
“That has nothing to do with Conner,” replied Angel, “He doesn’t like me because Angelus is what’s inside me.”
“But he senses it, you, trying to control him, he knows you’ll do it, you always threaten to throw him out. Everyone is fine, as long as they’re not in your way!”
“That’s not true at all,” stated Angel.
“It’s right in front of you!” replied Wesley.
Angel backed up away from Wesley, “I’m leaving let you take a breather from this.”
They backed up into the living room with their heated battle, Spike, Emma and Conner were standing up.
“You don’t decide when I take a breather!” yelled Wesley, “Maybe I don’t want to, maybe I don’t want to go to work tomorrow,” he threw his arms out yelling, “Maybe, just maybe, I’m going to go get my head shaved bald, you don’t decide!!”
Emma laughed at the thought, Angel gave her the evil eye.
“I’m not trying to run your life,” answered Angel picking up his jacket and putting it on.
“Oh, leaving everything on me, huh, not controlling, I was paying the bills, telling what to do and not, I’m surprised you hadn’t messed your entire life up since I’ve been gone,” he looked at his watch, “Oh, I’ve only been gone what, 7 hrs. You’re already getting angry, good job for holding back till now! Before you know it you’ll be wearing dirty clothes, drinking out of dirty cups. Emma’s clothes will put off clients because, hell, they will be everywhere! Spike will be stealing more things, and from old ladies! Everything will be smashed because, guess what? Oh, no, Conner’s been slaying demons in the lobby instead of where he finds them, and don’t forget Angel!! Angel, you’ll die in the sunlight cause, guess what, you lost where you live!!” Wesley let out a breath.
“Okay,” sighed Emma.
“Lets go,” said Angel.
Spike shrugged his shoulders. They went towards the door. Wesley then finalized it, “HEY, AND NEXT APOCALYPSE,” he picked up a book, “ MAYBE I WON’T FEEL LIKE RESEARCHING IN THE DAMN BOOKS!!”
They went out the door as Wesley threw the book. The book hit the door as it closed. The gang was gone.
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WESLEY ENDED UP BACK IN HIS PHYCHIATRIST’S OFFICE. “I broke, I really screwed up Dr. Loral.”
“Calm down Wesley,” encouraged the Dr. sitting in his chair next to the couch, which Wesley sat on.
“Calm down, I am calm, I’m just telling what happened,” answered Wesley.
“Oh, uh, sorry,” said Dr. Loral.
“Something wrong today?” asked Wesley.
“No, nothing, I should be asking you that,” laughed Dr. Loral.
“I’ve been telling you for the past 15mins,” stated Wesley.
“Today’s just been a little rough since my nurse hasn’t come in today, Rebecca,” replied Dr. Loral.
“Oh, may I ask why?” said Wesley.
“Um…patient Dr. info, confidential,” smiled the Dr.
“Oh, I understand, completely, I hope I didn’t cause any of this,” answered Wesley.
“You bet you do,” sneered Dr. Loral.
“What?” asked Wesley.
“Oh, I’m sorry, far to strength in that tone,” said Dr. Loral.
“Everyone has there days,” replied Wesley.
“Now,” his eyes shifted to that green, “Back to yours.”
Wesley stared straight forward, “I broke, I yelled at my friend Angel.”
“Don’t worry, just apologize for what you’ve done, he’ll forgive and forget,” answered Dr. Loral.
“I was mean to all of them,” said Wesley, “Angry, it was horrible, I feel, guilt now.”
“That’s just the normal feeling a person feels, tonight though, do something for yourself,” smiled the demon.
“I think I can, but what about Angel, I’m at ends with myself, so much trouble I’ve caused,” sighed Wesley, still staring, straight forward, no blinking form him.
“You were just expressing yourself,” said the Dr.
“I threw a book,” said Wesley, “Such force, but I’m just human, it didn’t hurt the door.”
“No, it didn’t,” sighed the Dr. “That Rebecca,” growled the Dr. “Didn’t come in.”
“Rebecca, she’s sweet, a little mousy, very energetic,” Wesley’s voice was without tone to it now, “Smart, I see it. She feels that she’s fool because she, ranted, at me.”
“Did that make you angry?” asked Dr. Loral.
“She asked me if I wanted to go get some coffee,” replied Wesley, “I said no, it made her sad, very sad. Then she ranted.”
“Who does she remind you of?” asked Dr. Loral.
“Fred,” sighed Wesley, his eyes started to fill with tears, “More than anyone has. All this time, my sweet Fred. Rebecca is like her. Thin, energetic, sweet.”
“Do you want a relationship with her?” asked Dr. Loral.
“I’m not ready,” said Wesley, “I can’t, she’s not Fred, I won’t forget Fred, never, I won’t let it happen.”
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ANGEL WAS IN HIS OFFICE. Signing papers, writing checks. Emma walked in, “What are you doing, we’re getting kind of worried, you’ve been in here, since, last night.”
“Making sure everything is in check,” stated Angel.
“Wesley really aspired something in you?” asked Emma.
“Yes, but no,” said Angel.
“Oh, so you’re working it half ass,” stated Emma. Angel looked up at Emma, Emma folded her arms, “Come on, you don’t know what that means?”
“I’m getting the job done,” he looked back down to his work.
“Yes, but no,” quoted Emma, “You think Wes, is right, but then again you don’t, or maybe you just don’t want to admit it, or you’re in-”
“I’m not in a brooding stage,” groaned Angel.
“I was going to say denial,” sighed Emma.
“I’m not in denial,” replied Angel.
Emma smiled, “That’s a lie, you may not know that you’re lying, but I can still smell that you are, to yourself.”
“Fine,” he said standing up, “Maybe I’m in a little of denial damn it, I deserve that much.”
“You are a bit controlling,” replied Emma, “In a good way, and sometimes in a bad way. You do threaten to kick out Conner a might bit, of a short, A lot.”
Angel looked at her, “I’ll show Wesley.”
“Show Wes, did you know, the quiet person ends up having the most insight into things. Around here, that’s a bloody true as the stars mate,” stated Emma, “Wesley knows how it works in this clan, and he’s right, cause he that quiet. You know it, you can just keep lying to yourself though until your thoughts are frilly, but don’t let that thing called pride whack off your buds anymore.”
Emma turned and walked out of the room. Angel looked down. Then sat back down in his seat.
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NIGHT FELL UPON L.A. Wesley went to a club. [Oh my gosh, hell is freezing over :-P] Wesley was wearing a pair of black pants, a button up black shirt and a black jacket. The room was enjoying itself. Music all around. Wesley sat down at the bar.
“Anything to drink?” asked the bartender.
“Uh, something light,” a pretty woman sat down next to Wesley, Wesley cleared his throat, “No, uh, scotch, straight up.”
That’s what he got. The blonde turned towards him, “Hi there, Lonely.”
“Hi,” said Wesley.
“Why so alone?” asked the pretty woman.
“I came that way, why, do we need a full party?” asked Wesley.
“Oh, you make me laugh,” smiled the woman.
Wesley leaned in towards her, “Sorry, but, just between you and me,” he whisper to her, “I don’t date vampires, or ‘drink’ with them.”
The woman pulled away, “How dare you.” She slapped him. Wesley backed off wide eyed.
“You know, I was just flirting, but, I should have my boyfriend beat you to death, you loon,” she got off the chair and walked off from him.
Wesley looked at his glass of scotch and then took a drink of it. He could feel that was going to be only one of his glasses of the night.
The bartender leaned on the counter next to him, “You know, with women, I’d think a guy your age wouldn’t start off with the dirty talk.”
“Dirty, no-” started Wesley.
“See that one over there,” the man pointed to Rebecca who was sitting alone, “She might be able to take the dirty talk, been there for the past 3 hr.”
Wesley just looked away, “No thank you.”
“Why are you here then?” asked the bartender, “Not to find a nice woman.”
“Just to have a life outside of work,” replied Wesley taking another drink of the scotch.
“Then find someone to be in it, or you’re going to be lonely,” replied the bartender.
“I think I’ll just wait for the night to take me to her, but thank you for the generous suggestion,” replied Wesley taking a final drink of his glass, “Another please.”
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DAY CAME AGAIN. Wesley woke up with a hang over. The light came in on his face on the bed. There was a whiskey bottom on the night stand. Wesley blocked his eyes form the sun and sat up slowly. He pulled the blanket off and went to get up. He didn’t.
“Why am I naked?” asked Wesley.
Wesley grabbed his jeans off the top of his dresser before examining the rest of the situation. He stood there looking around, underwear on the floor, his and someone else’s. “Bloody hell,” stated Wesley.
“Rebecca?” asked Wesley. No reply.
But that’s who was in the bed sleeping, naked under the covers. Wesley just stared at the bed for a long moment, her clothes on the floor, not all of them. Wesley grabbed a T-shirt out of his Chest Drawers put it on. He walked into the Kitchen, everything had been knocked off the table and onto the floor and there was some clothes. Theirs.
Same in the living room, desk, The pillows were tossed off the couch in there too, so he had some ideas about what had gone on. Wesley grabbed his shoes and then his jacket and went out into the hall.
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ANGEL HAD FINISHED THE BILLS. Angel was now shining his weapons. Angel sat one of his axes in place, shiny. Ready for the kill when that time would inevitably come along. It was noon by now. Angel looked out the window in the lobby door, “I don’t sleep much do I?”
Wesley walked to the Lobby door, Angel backed up. Wes came in. “What do you want.”
“I don’t know if the right words would be ‘safe house’,” stated Wesley, he looked a bit nervous.
“Oh, and you come here, thinking what?” said Angel.
“That you can forget what I said,” replied Wesley.
“Oh, I don’t know Wes, I might just forget where I put that,” answered Angel, he folded his arms across his chest.
“I’m sorry, and I don’t know what you want, a plea, but, I’ve- I haven’t quite been acting like myself,” sighed Wesley.
“No, just, you were explaining your feelings is all,” said Angel, “No matter who heard it.”
“I’m sorry Angel-” stated Wesley.
“Wes,” Angel interrupted, he looked at Wesley for a moment, “Um…there was some truth in what you said, and I forgive you, even though I did somewhat earn it, not the apology, what you said that night.”
“Thank You,” said Wesley.
“Is there something wrong?” asked Angel, “You said you haven’t been acting like yourself, have you done something?”
“People automatically guess I did something-” he was defending himself, he then let out a hard breath, “Fine, I did something.”
“What?” asked Angel.
“There was circumstances, and a lot of drinking-”
“What did you do?” asked Angel.
“I met a nice girl, name Rebecca, really nice, and there was some Scotch, Daniels, and-”
“You had a one night stand?” asked Angel amazed but that even though he said it so calmly.
“Why do you have to say it so, maliciously,” replied Wesley, “Well, it was kind of malicious I guess. We knew each other’s names, and stuff like that. Oh, she used to live in Ohio, with her Grandmother, and her grandmother was a missionary at one time.” he sighed, “Of course she told me all that cause she was nervous.”
“And drunk?” asked Angel.
“No, she wasn’t drunk when she was ranting, well I don’t think so,” replied Wesley.
“How exactly do you need help with this, is she a demon?” asked Angel.
“No, not that I know of, she’s a human that works with my psychiatrist, his nurse. Very sweet young woman, but uh-”
“You feel like you did something wrong,” answered Angel.
“Completely,” stated Wesley.
“How do you think you should go of, fixing this?” asked Angel, “I’m not a big, one night stand fixers. That’s one reason why I kill demons. Now if she was demon-”
“If she’s a demon I’ll tell you,” stated Wesley, “As far as I know, she’s just a nice girl I slept with, after getting really, knocked.”
“Drunk?” asked Angel.
“Of course,” replied Wesley.
“I suggest you go find her,” said Angel, “Then say what you want, I’m not a big relationship person, you’ve seen mines.”
“Oh, well, I’m not quite sure where she went,” replied Wesley.
“Well,” started Angel scratching his head, “Have you checked her work, office?”
“No,” said Wesley, “I think I’ll go do that.”
“Alright,” said Angel.
“I hope I find her,” replied Wesley, “Make things better, I bet she’s just torn up.”
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“SHE’S NOT HERE?” asked Wesley, he stood in Dr. Loral’s office.
“Nope, hasn’t been in all day,” he cocked his head, “But Wes, I think I’m sensing a sort of, sexual tension between you two.”
“What?” asked Wesley, “No, no tension, I met her, she’s nice.”
“You had a one nighter with her, you do know that’s not quite what I meant when I suggested, have a night you can’t remember,” replied Dr. Loral, “I more meant along the lines of sit down on the couch with a bottle of Jack.” Loral pointed at Wesley, “Now you just don’t tell anyone I suggested that or I could loose my license.”
“Don’t worry,” said Wesley, kind of wondering weather he should tell someone.
“That stupid Rebecca,” growled Dr. Loral, seemed his whole mood changed instantly, then back, right back.
“Stupid?” asked Wesley.
“Oh, it’s nothing, she just, doesn’t come in all the time, you know, what, I think she’s got a drinking problem too-”
“I don’t really think so,” replied Wesley, “Doesn’t seem the type, I think it’s nerves. Actually I might have more a drinking problem, I think last night I might of chugged a glass of scotch.”
“No, no nerves, she’s a raging alcoholic, I’ll give you her apartment number and you can go take her to rehab clinic, heck, I can give you the address for one of those too-”
“Why do you sound like you want me to leave really bad?” asked Wesley, “Something wrong?”
“No, I’ve got a busy day ahead of me, that’s all, now, hurry a long,” he started trying to shoo him with his hands.
“No, I think I’ll stay,” replied Wesley.
Dr. Loral stood stark still and eyed him for a moment. Suddenly Dr. Loral punched him in the stomach, then across the face. Wesley back up not quite sure what to think. Out of nowhere a bat hit Wesley over the head.
Wesley started to get dizzy then slowly leaned over and passed out.
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WESLEY SLOWLY STARTED TO FIGURE OUT WHAT WAS GOING ON. He was dizzy, his head hurt, he could feel the blood on his head. But nothing fatal, nothing he couldn’t get stitches for. But the blood had stopped coming, it was drying.
At the moment, he could here a women calling his name, “WESLEY, WESLEY WAKE UP!”
Wes didn’t know where he was, he couldn’t see at the moment. Everything was a white fog as he slowly woke. He tried to clear his vision. Everything was red. There was the voice of two women, he recognized them both.
He was laying on something. Leather, a couch. Wesley’s vision started to clear. He sat up, he was in some kind of chamber. Red. All the walls were read, this was Veil’s old place. That’s where he knew it, this was wear he died, but what was going on.
“WES, WESLEY, PLEASE!!” yelled one of those familiar voices.
“Fred?” questioned Wesley, he sat up and looked over to the place where the yelling was coming from.
Fred, and Rebecca, they were more similar looking then he noticed, but that was, ‘so’, not the point. This was some kind of setup. Dr. Loral wasn’t insight.
“Wesley, you’re awake, you need to help me,” yelled Rebecca.
Fred and Rebecca were in the same situation. Tied up. They were each in some kind of a cage, of some sort. The bars of the cage had blades in them turned in towards their captives. There was a rope tied on each side of the cages, then that rope was tied to something else.
And that wasn’t all. There was a fire slowly but surely burning both girl’s ropes. Wesley figured that if the rope burned, both of them would be sliced into bits.
“Fred,” Wesley saw his lovely Fred.
“Help me, Wes, you have to, you have to help me,” pleaded Fred.
“Wesley, please, listen to me,” said Rebecca, “That’s not her, you have to know it, It’s not. It’s not!”
“Don’t listen to her Wesley, don’t, she’s been working with Loral this whole time!” yelled Fred.
Wesley’s trust was in Fred, but how can you trust a loved one that was supposed to be dead. But how can you trust someone that you’ve never really known at all. Unless you mean “known” [:-P] Like they would say back in the days of the witch trials. [Crucible- the term, “known”.]
“What, what is?” Wesley looked like he was in a form of shock, that would end up leading to someone’s death.
“Hurry,” pleaded Fred.
“You’re, how?” asked Wesley.
“Wesley, I don’t know you well but I know this,” said Rebecca quickly, “You know, inside, that’s not Fred.”
“I have to save you,” said Wesley, he looked at his surroundings, he ignored Rebecca. Then, as he looked to the fire, everything froze around him.
Wesley turned around quickly, looking for what did this.
“You have a choice to make Wesley,” replied Loral standing in front of him.
He had tears in his eyes, “You can’t do this.”
“But I can,” replied Loral, “Thanks to you, now, make a choice, Fred, or Rebecca?”
Wesley looked to Fred, “Fred.”
“But is that your final choice?” asked Loral.
Wesley looked down, “I want her safe.”
“But is that what Fred would want, is that what Rebecca encourages, are they really that selfish. Are you so selfish you’d let an innocent die?” said Loral.
“Fred is innocent,” stated Wesley.
“But so is Rebecca,” stated Loral, “And what if Fred, isn’t real, what if she’s dead-”
“Shut it, shut up!” said Wesley, he was hurting inside, Fred right before him, not but 20ft away, he could fix this and have her back.
“She might not be real, but you can only pick one my friend, the other, dies,” said Loral.
“She’s real,” said Wesley.
“Or, or Wesley, you always have to pick ‘Or’,” stated the Dr.
Wesley his eyes filled with tears, looked at Fred, the frozen Fred. His idea of perfect, “If she dies,” said Wesley, “Then I’ll forget her.”
“What gives you that idea?” asked Loral.
“If I loose her, then I’ll forget her, cause, I love her. And I don’t want to forget that!” yelled Wesley.
“Will you?” asked Dr. Loral, “If you loose her now, will you forget her, truly, will you?”
“Feels like I would,” said Wesley, a tear dripping from his right eye.
“But do people ever forget there past loves?” asked Dr. Loral.
Wesley looked at Fred, “I can’t let that happen, I have to save Fred.”
“Really?” said Loral, “Don’t lie to me, you’ve got something in the back of your head, tells you, that maybe I shouldn’t.”
“No, I want to save Fred!” yelled Wesley.
“Really?” asked Loral, he waved his hand and the scene went back to normal, in that the fire was slowly burning the ropes.
Fred had tears down her cheeks, “I came back Wesley, I came back, I need you to help me!!”
Rebecca started crying too, she looked down, she looked at the blades, “Wesley, he’s been planning this.”
“Well we already know that don’t we REBECCA!!” yelled Dr. Loral, “But what Mr. Pryce here doesn’t know is, which one of you is faking it, or not faking it, you know.”
Wesley went towards the candle burning Fred’s ropes. “Yes Wesley, yes,” replied Fred, “Please, do it.”
“I’ll save you Fred,” replied Wesley.
“You’re automatically leaning towards Fred, because you feel that you can’t love anyone else, but did you know, you can love her differently. Have a special place,” said Dr. Loral.
Wesley turned towards him quickly, looking at him as in disgust, “I know that, but she’s not dead, she’s right bloody there!!” he pointed to Fred, “I have to save her.”
“But she’ll die one day, surely, you can’t keep her forever,” said Loral.
“I don’t know Rebecca,” said Wesley, “I don’t have feelings for her, I was drunk.”
“Just blow out the candle Wes, save me,” pleaded Fred.
Wesley went towards the candle.
“Would Fred care more about herself?” asked Rebecca, she looked up, “Save her, if you think it’s her, but” she looked at the candle, “What would Fred do really?” She wiped her face, “Save her, if you want.”
The scene froze on Wesley again, then sped up and the candle was about ready to brake the rope. But the scene froze.
“Save her if you want,” said Loral, “Just know that you made the right choice, saw me through.”
Wesley looked down, he put his hand over his heart, “I love Fred, and only Fred.” he looked up at Fred, standing there inside the cage, crying. She looked so sad. “What would Fred want?”
“Think hard, someone is going to die,” smiled Dr. Loral, “Will it be Rebecca, or Fred, you’re poor Winifred Burkle.”
Wesley looked at Fred’s flame, the rope about the snap, Rebecca’s was in the same condition. “It’s Fred, it feels like her. Everything the same.”
“You’ve got till the count of 10,” said Dr. Loral, “1..2..3..” he kept counting, Wesley kept looking at the flame, looking at his beloved Fred. “8...9...10.”
The scene shifted back. Wesley ran at Rebecca’s candle and threw it down as the rope snapped and he grabbed the rope in time. Rebecca safe.
Things shifted in a flash of white light.
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WESLEY SUDDENLY WOKE UP. He was in Dr. Loral’s office, laying on the couch, he sat up quickly and punched Dr. Loral. Dr. Loral went down on the ground. Wesley picked him up and shoved him into the wall behind him.
Wesley’s bloody forehead was dry, but still, had the dry blood on him. “Where’s Rebecca, and where’s Fred.”
“Calm down Wesley, calm down. That was all a figment of your imagination, don’t worry, everyone is safe,” said Dr. Loral.
“Fred?” asked Wesley, hurt, quickly.
“She’s where’s she been for awhile my friend, she’d still dead,” said Dr. Loral.
Wesley took in a quick breath, “No.”
“Yes.”
“Why, why did you do that?” he asked his eyes filling with tears.
“A realization, you believed that there was nothing more then Fred, yes and no,” replied Dr. Loral, “That Fred was the only love you could have-”
Wesley slowly let go of Dr. Loral, “I can love her forever, and not forget her.”
“You don’t have to love Rebecca, you just need to realize, there’s more out there, no matter how heartless this sounds from me, she’s dead, but you’re not. And she wouldn’t want you to end your life with her,” said Dr. Loral.
“Where’s Rebecca?” asked Wesley.
“At home,” said Dr. Loral.
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REBECCA SAT IN HER NEW APARTMENT, reading a book. Boxes all over the place. Her hair was pulled up in a pony tail, and she was wearing a pair of shorts, and a T-shirt, just some relax around clothes for now. There was a knock at her door.
She stood up and went to the door. She opened it, Wesley stood there, then quickly she slammed the door shut. “I’m not home,” she said nervously.
“I had a realization,” said Wesley.
“Okay, well that’s nice, sorry to have wasted your time, but uh, can you leave?” asked Rebecca.
“I want to talk,” said Wesley.
“Well, in my past, that hasn’t turned out the best. Usually leads to dad coming out of the grave as a zombie, having food thrown at me or people get cursed.”
“I’m not going throw food at you, raise your father, or any relatives, and I won’t curse you,” answered Wesley, “Just normal speech.”
“And you won’t start speaking in Hebrew just to belittle me?” asked Rebecca.
“No, I won’t,” replied Wesley.
“Okay, I can’t remember, are you clothed?” asked Rebecca.
“Yes,” said Wesley, a little confused.
“And your belt, if you wear one is securely fastened and you wont try nothing, cause, that leads to a whole bunch of other things,” replied Rebecca, “Like more curses, and sharp objects.”
“You don’t have to worry,” said Wesley.
“Okay,” she opened the door, “And for your information, I did the cursing and I have a lot of butcher knives,” she closed the door behind him, “Which now that I think about it, I shouldn’t be telling you if you‘re going to try something.”
“I won’t, and also, I don’t know where you keep them,” smiled Wesley.
“And I’m not going to tell you,” said Rebecca nervously.
They looked at each other for a long moment. Rebecca’s big green eyes suddenly darted from his eyes. “Rebecca,” started Wesley, “Last night was-”
“Fuzzy,” stated Rebecca.
“What?” asked Wesley.
She looked up, “Fuzzy, I can’t remember. Somewhat, I wasn’t saying you were fuzzy cause. Well, um… I’m not saying you aren’t, I bet your chest has all kinds of hair, and maybe not your chest-” she stopped talking quickly, “I think I’ll just stop right there.”
“It would just make things awkward,” said Wesley.
“I put my foot in my mouth a lot,” said Rebecca.
“It’s normal,” replied Wesley.
“When I was 7 I had a stuttering problem, and I stopped talking after my dad died, then when I was 10 and 11 I wouldn’t shut up. But uh, it got better,” said Rebecca.
“Last night, was something, I don’t think I’ve ever done,” sighed Wesley. “I was in a relationship, and she died.”
“I think I’ve heard that tale,” said Rebecca, “Nothing against you or anything, I just kind of thought you’d want to hurry up, cause at the moment. I’m so anxious in a bad way, I’m this close,” she used her fingers to show an inch, “-to calling the cops.”
“Oh, do you need a drink of water?” asked Wesley.
“Just tell me what you wanted to say,” she said calmly.
“I don’t know if you want to take this any farther, and I do want to be friends-”
“Not like in the movie Vanilla Sky, no sex buddies, just friends?” asked Rebecca. [Vanilla sky they called them F***buddies. I prefer not use such filthy language though.]
“I’ve realized I’m not going to ever forget Fred, and that I’ll always love her, but, I need to move on, slowly but surely I will, and if there’s any feelings between us, you don’t have to hold on to them on my fault,” said Wesley.
“Don’t worry,” said Rebecca, “I can wait, and see if there’s any, I mean, you’re a really nice guy so far. But I don’t know if I have feelings, something there, but I don’t know what it is. Like the time I almost married a 74 yr. Old man for his money. Well, not money, my mom was sort of a Mormon the money was bribe-”
Wesley just smiled at her, “You’re an interesting person.”
“Thanks,” she sighed, “And uh, he uh change his mind the day of the wedding, after I cursed him and I went to my Christian Grandma’s, I think I was 11, but everything is fine. I was fine.”
“Well, I think I’ve told you the gist,” said Wesley.
“Nice conversation, I like your accent, and uh, since I know where you live, if you want to talk, I’ll probably come by, cause, I don’t normally have grown men come to my house.”
“And it puts you on edge,” said Wesley.
“Yeah,” said Rebecca.
“Well, to a future a friend ship,” said Wesley.
“I don’t have any liquor in the house,” she stated bluntly.
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