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Wes was having trouble hanging up his favorite picture of Corey Taylor up on the wall, and to be honest, he was getting extremely frustrated.
“Fuck fuck fuck a duck-" he repeated as his fingers trembled. "Fred can you help me?" Wes asked with a hopeful smile. "Im too short" Fred said and examined the picture, raising his eyebrows at it. "Nice picture by the way," he added and walked off to the back of the house. He groaned, and looked at Sam who stared back at him.
"You need help?" He asked and Wes nodded. Sam got on his tippy toes and tried to get it on the nail, but failed and groaned. "Ill get a ladder for you and then ill get lost, then get beer" he said and went into the basement. Wes waited a minute before hearing metal clanking and Sam grunting quietly. He set it down and patted his back. "Alright, be right back" Sam said and ran out.
You walked out of the living room and leaned against the wall and watched wes struggle to put the picture up.
"Just a bit higher buddy she said and walked closer to him. He looked down at her and smiled, then looked back up at the painting. Finally, he got it on the nail and smiled happily, stepping down a bit but she stopped him when she looked at a broken step.
"Jeez" she whispered and stepped on it, the whole thing just breaking off. "You gotta get a new one. Youre gonna break your neck next time you use this one, wes" she said to him and he nodded slowly, avoiding ones that looked loose to him.
After he was on the 3rd last one, he was gonna jump off but it broke and he yelped. "woAH-" He shrieked. She tried to catch him but she grabbed him like she was gonna hug him, and he fell on her, his lips pushing on hers. He got to his feet and stumbled back a bit, then yelped when he hit his shoulder when he ran to the bathroom.
She stared at the ceiling in a bit of a shock and sat up then got to her feet and walked to the bathroom. Wes covered his mouth and stared at the mirror, jumping when she knocked on the door. "Wes, are you okay?" She asked. "Y-yes im fine" he replied and held the door knob. "Come out" she said and jiggled the handle. "No im fine in here…" he said like the stubborn boy he is.
“Come here. I wanna check if your okay. I know you didnt mean to do that" she said in hopes to make him feel better. Wes leaned his head against the door and opened it, his cheeks rosey as he looked at the ground nervously.
She looked around on his face and held his jaw. "Aw, you have a small cut here" she said and rubbed his cheek. "T-that happened before we fell" he said and looked down. "Come on. Ill get you a band aid" she pulled him into the kitchen and got the first aid kit.
He winced when she touched the small, but deepish cut. "Stay still or it'll hurt" she told him and he nodded. She put it on and pulled him down by the neck, and gave him a kiss on it. "There. All better" she smiled and he looked at her, kissing her cute nose. She smiled and ruffled his black skimpy hair, and rubbed his shoulder. "Okay, ill be in my room if you need anything" she said and ran her hand down his chest as she walked away. He held his shoulder and jumped happily, squealing and giggling like an idiot quietly, then froze when sam walked in with a 20 pack of beer. "Hey. Lets go drink" he said and grinned at him.