333Epilogue
We got into a fight today.
I hated this feeling. I hated it so much!
Fighting with someone you loved the most, it made a wreck out of me.
Especially since it was the day before our graduation.
*Flashback*
I knocked on the door of Wesley's apartment. He was suppose to meet up with me an hour ago at the mall for a lunch date.
If he had to cancel, I would have been fine with that. But he wasn't answering my texts, calls, anything.
I was getting worried.
Cameron opened the door, giving me a blank stare.
"Where is he?" I asked.
"I don't think you want to see him," Cameron suggested, "He isn't himself right now."
"What does that mean?" I shook my head coming in the apartment anyway.
Cameron sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"He's in his room," Cam pointed, "Proceed with caution."
I hesitated for a second, but then made my way to his room, knocking twice but no reply.
I opened the door slowly, seeing Wesley, completely going crazy on his punching bag.
He had headphones in his ears, but I could still hear the rock music vibrating through out the room.
"Wes!" I exclaimed as he soon stopped, and looked at me, but with disgust. He continued punching the bag.
He was having one of his moods.
I closed the door behind me, then approached him taking his iPod out of his pocket.
This kind of reminded me of the first time we met.
"Hey!" he violently exclaimed as he took of his headphones.
"Hey what?" I exclaimed back, "Wesley what happened to you?"
Wesley was shirtless, his chest covered in sweat, and his usual warm eyes became cold enough to give me a shiver.
"Give it back to me!" he yelled. I could smell the beer from his breathe as he snatched away his iPod but I quickly grabbed his hand.
It was covered with blood and dust. I couldn't even look him in the eye.
He was hurting himself again. I looked at the wall behind him to see a very visible hole in the wall.
"Wesley, please don't tell me you punched your wall!" I exclaimed.
"Save the lecture Katherine," he snapped taking his hand away from me. He always called me 'Katherine' when he got pissed off.
"Wes, I'm just trying to help," I argued. It was hard to stay calm when he started to hurt himself again.
"Funny, I don't recall asking for help," he seethed taking a couple of steps back.
"Well of course not, you're too busy drowning in your own thoughts to remember that people are around you!"
I think I said that too harshly as Wesley looked slightly hurt.
"Well I'm sorry for being a burden!" he snapped, "I didn't ask you to come down here."
"Yeah I came down here cause I was worried," I explained, "We had a date, remember?"
"Maybe I had better things to do."
"Like what? Get drunk and hurt yourself?" I exclaimed, "How pathetic can you get?"
I bit my tongue. I wish I didn't say that. I REALLY wish I didn't say that.
"Get out!" he exclaimed.
"What?"
"I SAID GET OUT!" he didn't push me out, my I quickly turned around and made my way out, running all the way home.
*End of Flashback*
Now I was sitting in my bed, staring out the window.
"Where's my little graduate?" my mom came in my bedroom with a video camera.
She was doing a lot of better after the surgery six months ago. She was basically back to her normal self, which I was grateful for.
"Mom!" I exclaimed, "Please not now!"
I put my hand in front of the video camera, not wanting photographic evidence of how crappy I looked right now.
"Sweetie, what happened to you?" My mom sat down beside my bed, wiping the smudged eye-liner off my face.
"I don't want to talk about it," I shook my head.
My mom took a deep breath as she patted the top of my head.
"Boy trouble I assume," she sighed.
"You have no idea," I muttered huddling my legs up, "I hate him so much right now."
My mother climbed into my bed, almost tripping on my sheets as she plopped right beside me.
I laughed. Now you know where I get my awkwardness from.
"I know you don't want to hear this from an old lady like me," she smiled, "But who cares about him? I mean all guys are the same right? You can always find someone better than Wesley."
My eyes widened.
"Mom?" I exclaimed, "How can you say that? Even you like Wesley!"
My mother shrugged, "Hey if he's making your life hard, why bother right? You got to worry about yourself."
"He doesn't make my life hard," I argued, "He's just got some things to work out, and I wish he would work them out with me."
"And that my dear daughter is called reverse psychology," my mother chuckled as she got off my bed, "You don't hate him."
"Wait what?" I exclaimed getting up.
"Sometimes hard things are worth it," my mother explained, "Just give him time. Whatever he did, just remember he's a guy. I mean unless he cheated on you. Then I'll go have a long talk with that boy."
"No he didn't cheat. Just miscommunication," I chuckled, "You are so sneaky."
"Eh," my mother shrugged, "I just don't want you to end up alone. I mean you are a handful. It's a miracle you even got a guy."
"MOTHER!" I exclaimed sarcastically as she laughed and closed my door.
I got up from my bed, and looked myself in the mirror.
I looked ridiculous. My mother was right. I just had to give Wesley time. If he needed me, he would have called.
I went through my drawer looking for pajamas to change into. I wasn't going out today.
My familiar ringtone began to ring as I grabbed it from my bed.
"Owen?" I answered. I haven't talked to Owen in months, but he was on good terms with his brother.
"Hey Katherine," his voice seemed sad, as if he was crying, "Hey umm, I'm sorry to bother but do you know how Wesley has been lately?"
"Wesley..." I repeated, "He's okay..."
I took a deep breath. I couldn't lie about this.
"Actually, we just got into a fight," I told him, "He began hurting himself again."
"Shit..." Owen muttered.
"Wait? How did you know he was in a bad mood?" I asked.
"Today is our mother's birthday..." he explained, "Let's just say, he doesn't take it well."
My heart sank.
Wesley still blames himself.
He slowly heals with time, but then when he remembers, he can't help but blame himself.
I wish I could take that pain away.
I wore a black top out of respect, heading to the cemetery that Owen told me their mother was buried in.
Before I could start looking for her name, I noticed from afar a guy sitting in front of a grave with his legs crossed.
I took some slow steps, and I didn't make any eye contact with him.
When I got to the grave, I bent down and placed a bouquet of white tulips next to the tomb stone with the name "Rebecca Blake" engraved at the top.
Owen told me that white tulips were her favourite.
I could hear Wesley's breath try to calm down.
"Hi Mrs Blake," I said to the grave, "I just wanted to let you know that your son is graduating today."
Wesley kept silent, not looking up at me.
"I'm pretty sure he hasn't mentioned it to you," I continued, "Cause well he hates anything school related...although he graduated top of our class."
I peered down to see if Wesley changed his expression, but I couldn't see pass his hair.
"I wish I could have met you," I went on, "And I wish you could see how great your son turned out, because to tell you the truth, he's the best person I've ever met. And I know you'd be proud. Sure he's stubborn, and sometimes a bully, and never shares his truck...oh wait there was a point to this wasn't there."
I was trying to lighten the mood by doing what I do best, being awkward.
"But he's also caring, and amazing, and I couldn't ask for anyone better in my life. Oh and by the way, I'm his annoying girlfriend," I chuckled a bit, "I have this weird tendency to push my nose into his business, but hey, it's cause I care about him."
I got up, about to leave him alone. He needed space I figured, but I just wanted to let him know that I was there if he needed me.
He quickly grabbed my hand as he looked up. His eyes were red and puffy, but seemed a lot warmer.
"I should have told you," he muttered, "I just...I couldn't get it out of my mouth."
"You should have," I agreed, "But I understand, and I'm sorry too."
I sat down beside him as he placed his head on my shoulder. I began to rub his back as he held my other hand.
"I just miss her so much," he whispered.
I grabbed a hold of his hand, badly bandaged I must mention, as I held it between both my hands.
"She wants you to be happy," I smiled, "She loves you a lot."
"How do you know?"
"Come on, you're Wesley Blake," I exclaimed, "You're a bad ass, a know it all, and you got accepted into the top universities. Plus, you got a pretty cute girlfriend. The complete package I must say."
He laughed.
If this was any other case, Wesley would have said, "I knew you had the hots for me," or "You forgot charming and sexy."
It was the sweetest laugh I ever heard, like the first happiness after a crappy day laugh.
"An amazing girlfriend," he agreed, "One that I should be apologizing a million times to."
"Don't worry," I smiled, "She's easy to bribe with food."
After a few moments, we both got up, as I patted the dirt off my jeans.
"Ready?" I asked. His fingers were still tightly held on to mine.
"For graduation or for life?"
"Both," I replied.
"No..."
"Me neither," I shrugged, "But I think that's the point."
"She would have liked you," Wesley nodded, "My mom had a thing for weird characters."
"Hey, the best stories have weird characters," I argued giving him a wink.
I began to walk, but Wesley soon pulled me towards him, cupping his hand on my cheek.
Guessing his expressions was always a guessing game, but today it was pretty clear.
He loved me.
He gave me that look which made my whole body tingle with warmth as he looked down to my lips.
What happened next?
I forgot, but that's what his lips do to me sometimes.
So I found a girl, one who knew I wasn't perfect.
So I found a guy, one who knew I wasn't perfect.
She dressed like a guy and couldn't mind her own business.
He had a short temper, and hated people in general.
But something happened.
I noticed her laugh when I said something stupid.
I noticed his eyes when he gave me a glance.
She told me she hated me, I didn't believe it.
He told me to go away, I didn't want to.
I never went looking for acceptance, but I found it.
I never went looking for love, but I got it.
I had a million reasons to change, but she was my favourite one.
I had a million reasons to smile, but he was my favourite one.
I broke the law before, but this was the perfect crime.
He stole my heart
And she stole mine.
The End.
A/N
Yeah, I know Epilogues usually have a happy concept, but I just wanted to reflect that not all relationships are perfect.
But it doesn't matter what happens. As long as you're there for each other, you can get through anything.
And Wesley and Kat can definitely get through anything. ;)
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