Teenage Kings

As a new student at HBHS (Huntington Beach High School), Kaylynn is trying to make a new start. Despite her belief, making new friends isn't that hard for her. She meets three boys who are eager to be her friend. But as her social life rises, she realizes that there are many more meanings to the word "like" when it comes to boys. Crushes, let-downs, drama, and cat fights. This will be a school year she will never forget.

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13. Chapter Thirteen

     When we arrived at the Stromberg residence, Wesley helped me out of his car and into his house. He led the way to the living room. 

     "So what are you up for? A movie, or do you wanna have an epic jam session?" He asked as I sat down on the couch.

     "Let's jam." I giggled looking up at him.

     Wesley smiled and walked over to the shelves of games, pulling out Guitar Hero. He put it into the console. He turned to me with a smile. "What do you want to use?" 

    I thought for a minute. There was no way that I would sing in front of him, I couldn't sing for my life. "I'll play the guitar if that's alright." 

     "Of course." Wesley smiled and handed me a guitar. He turned on his remote, and hooked up the cable to his microphone to the console. "I'll sing then." He sat beside me. I turned on my guitar and let Wesley set the game up. "Do you want to make a character?" He asked, turning his head to me.

     I shrugged. "Sure." Wesley handed me his remote. I created a quick character that had some sort of resemblance to me. Blue eyes and brown hair, just the basics. I handed him his remote back and he set the game up and chose the songs he liked. 

     He looked to me and smiled. "Let's rock this mother fucker." He laughed a bit.

     I laughed too and adjusted the guitar in my lap as I leaned my back on the couch. When Wesley started to sing, my fingers froze on the guitar. I turned my face from the television screen to watch him. His voice was captivating, it was amazing. My jaw dropped in awe, what was up with these Strombergs and their musical talents?

    Wesley laughed as the song came to an end. "You didn't even play." He said as he turned to me, he caught me staring at him. He arched an eyebrow. "You alright there? Is my face that sexy?" He laughed again.

     I chuckled and blushed. "Well no. Wait I mean, yeah but, wow um." I shook my head trying to get myself together. "You have an amazing voice, Wes." I tucked the pieces of my hair, that had fallen from my pony tail, behind my ear.

   Wesley chuckled and shrugged. "Thanks, but I think it sounds whiny." His eyes strayed from mine slightly as if he was insecure about this.

    I shook my head. "No, Wesley, it's not like that at all. It's amazing. You and Keaton both have amazing voices." I smiled.

    Wesley looked to me again. "Wait, Keaton showed you his music?" He sounded a bit surprised, as if it was out of the ordinary.

   I nodded. "Yeah, he showed me a cover."

    Wesley turned his body more towards me. "We are in a band." He lifted his hat off of his head and ran his hand through his hair. He places his hat back on and smiled. "Me, Keats, and Drew. We all sing together."

     I smiled. "Oh that's really cool. So you guys are kind of like a boy band or something." 

     Wesley's smile dropped and he shook his head. "No, not at all." 

    "Oh."

     His smile returned as he chuckled again. "We don't do poppy music. Drew raps, I do lead. Keaton's more in the background, he does the harmonizing and stuff. We call ourselves Emblem3 and we've been playing together and recording music since I was eleven. We actually just sent in a video audition to XFactor last week. We are waiting to see if we got in, word will come in around January." He looked more and more excited with each word he spoke. 

    "Well I bet they'll let you guys in. I mean, you are amazing." I smiled. 

    Wesley nodded his head. "Yeah, hopefully." he lifted his hands showing me his crossed fingers with a chuckle. "Hey, would you want to come to our next practice?" He asked still smiling as he put his hands down.

     How great is this? Wesley is already asking me to hang out with him again. We've already kissed and things have only gotten better. Keaton hadn't crossed my mind all day. Had I already gotten over him? Thinking his name made the feelings come back again. So the answer to that was no, it was going to take more than one day to get over him. I looked back to Wesley and smiled, clearing my mind. "I would love to come."

   Wesley smiled. "Okay cool, you could walk home with us Wednesday. That's our next practice. It's always cool to have someone there with us. You could give us some constructive criticism, yeah?" I smiled and nodded not really know how to respond. "So how about we watch a movie or something?" he asked smiling still.

     I smiled. "A movie sounds great." I giggled a bit.

    Wesley smiled and stood up, shutting the lights off. He sat back down beside me on the loveseat and switched it to Netflix. "Want to watch The Notebook?" He asked turning to me.

     "Uh, sure." I shrugged. I never thought a guy would watch a movie like The Notebook, but it seems like Wesley is that kind of guy. 

     Wesley put the movie on. We sat there, each on our own cushion, silently watching it. I crossed my legs and got more comfortable in my spot. I kept my eyes to the screen, but Wesley had his attention on something else. I felt him move closer to me, and watched as his hand inched closer to mine. Lightly, he placed his hand over mine. I looked to him, a bit caught off guard, and he pulled it away with an apologetic look on his face. I chuckled and felt myself blushing again. I shook my head and sat closer to him so that our bodies touched. I took his arm and wrapped it around me, resting my head on him. He smiled wide and held me tighter with his arm.

     I was on the verge of sleep when I heard feet shuffling into the room.

     "Wesley?" The voice asked, it was Keaton.

      I felt Wesley turn his body slightly as he shushed his brother. "She's sleeping." He whispered as he gave me a gentle squeeze. 

     I heard Keaton swallow hard. "Oh, uh sorry." He whispered. "Have you, uh, seen my, seen my Vans anywhere?" He stuttered. 

     Wesley shook his head. "Nah, bro." 

     Keaton swallowed hard again, I could feel his eyes looking at me. "Oh, uh, alright. They're probably in my closet or something." He left the room.

     Was Keaton anxious? He seemed nervous as he spoke to his brother. Maybe it was just for his

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