Hope (Wesley Stromberg fanfic)

"Oh my God." I whisper as I turn the corner to Jace, my boyfriend's room. This couldn't be happening. He was laying on his bed, eyes open, and from what I could tell; not breathing. I ran over to him and began shaking him vigorously as the tears started pouring down my face

"Jace please! Wake up! Don't be dead, please.." I started yelling, as I checked his pulse. Nothing.

I began crying and shaking him as hard as I could incase maybe he would wake up. But I already knew that would never happen again. He would never wake up again. That thought hit me hard and I wrapped my arms around him and just kept sobbing. I couldn't stop. Me and Jace have been dating for 3 years and I honestly have no clue why he would kill himself. He had a good future ahead of him, and we were planning to get married eventually.

I pulled out my phone and dialed my mom's number as fast as I could and put it on speaker. Each ring seemed to go by so slowly and I wanted her to answer already so my phone would shut the hell up.

"Hello?"

"Mom?" I choked out.

"Melanie, what's wrong?" My mom said, automatically sounding worried by hearing my voice. She could tell something was wrong.

"Jace i-is d-d-dead..." I stuttered through my tears and I hear my mom gasp loudly.

"I'm on my way to his house honey, don't move." I can tell she's panicked by the way she's talking and I just throw my phone across the room, watching it shatter like my heart did when I walked into this room and saw what I saw.

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That was about a week ago. This whole week has been painfully slow and just so fucking emotional for me. I can't get over the fact that Jace is dead and he's not coming back. No more kisses with him.. And no more cuddles with him either. Currently we were heading to his funeral, and it was the first time I've been out of the house all week. I never left my bed unless it was to go to the bathroom. I only ate like once or twice and didn't take a shower until today to look "presentable" for the funeral.

As we arrived to the funeral home, I got out of the back of the car with my mom, and she wrapped an arm around me, and I crossed my arms across my chest. My dad and brother followed behind as well. I was not in the mood to face everybody, especially Jace's family. As soon as we got there I mostly saw people I knew, and plenty of new faces. My grandma took me from my mom and we walked around and talked to people, me getting plenty of sympathetic looks that I did not need right now.

Once that was pretty much over with, I saw my best friend Drew talking to two boys who from what I could tell, I've never met before. How come Drew has never told me about these two? I knew all of his friends and all of them knew me...

As soon as he saw me, he came over and engulfed me in his arms. I didn't realize this until now, but a hug was what I've needed all week. We just stood there, and I started to cry just a bit. Drew started rubbing my back and whispering in my ear when he heard me crying. I soon remembered that there was two other boys standing next to us that were either freaked out, or confused. Probably both. I pulled back from the hug and gave Drew a confused look and he caught on.

"Melanie, these are two of my very good friends, Wesley and Keaton. Guys, this is my best friend, Melanie." He spoke, introducing us to each other. I looked at Keaton first, sticking my hand out for a handshake, but he denied it and pulled me into a hug. I was shocked at first, but after a few seconds I wrapped my arms around him slowly. When I got to Wesley, i froze in my spot. This guy.. He was just beautiful. He was already smiling, and I could tell that his smile would be my favorite part about him. He pulled me into a hug, and it actually felt better than Drew's.. He started rubbing my back, as I buried my head into his chest. It made me feel warm, and I just couldn't get enough of the hug.

Drew coughed awkwardly when our hug was too long, so we both pulled back. I looked up at him and smiled slightly and he smiled back with that gorgeous smile of his, and immediately my knees went weak.

Wesley opened his mouth, and before he could talk my mom called me over to where she was. I looked behind me, and then back at Wesley, and he was already staring at me. I blushed a little, and walked off to my mom. The only thing I could think about was, how am I already getting attracted to another guy? I just lost the love of my life, I shouldn't be attracted to Wesley at all but.. man, that boy is charming. And he knows it too.

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After the funeral, all my makeup was smeared down my face and I continued to cry. People came over to talk to me when they realized, but I just shooed them off, wanting to be alone as I sat there still mourning Jace's death.

When Wesley came over, I literally couldn't stand it. I did not want to be near a boy that was so attractive and charming that I would get distracted by.

"Hey, are you okay?" He said, as he sat down, looking down at me.

"Does it look like I'm okay?" I snapped, looking up at him with a pissed off look on my face.

"Whoa, I'm sorry if I said something wrong, I was just checking on you." He said, defending himself.

"Well don't. I don't need anyone's sympathy, especially yours. The only person that people should be thinking about is Jace. Now please.. Get the hell away from me." I said, looking back down.

"Hey, just because you're upset that Jace is gone doesn't mean you have to act pissy towards everyone. No one needs it right now." He said, raising his voice a bit. Does he just not get it?

"I don't care. Get away from me before I have to make someone get you away from me." I said, glaring at him so hopefully he would get the point.

He sighed, and got up walking back over to Drew and Keaton. I let out a breath of air of relief, and got up, walking out to the lobby where my mom was waiting for me. I hated to be rude to Wesley like that, but I did not need another guy in my life right now.

Wesley's POV

I couldn't wrap my head around this girl. She was just so.. amazing I guess you could say. I don't get how she seemed so attracted to me before the funeral and now she doesn't want to be near me. It doesn't make sense.

"Drew, what's wrong with her? She doesn't want to talk to me and I thought me and her had a connection earlier.." I said, looking at him as I got to him and Keaton. He laughed.

"Dude, she's not like other girls and especially now. She just lost the love of her life, you have to let her get over that." He said, still laughing. But he was absolutely serious.

"Whatever man. I'm gonna find out why this girl doesn't like me, even if it kills me." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

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Melanie's POV

It's been 5 months. 5 months since he died and I'm still trying to get over it. I'm making progress though.. I've actually gotten out of my room besides just going to the bathroom. I've actually eaten more and have taken showers.

I put some jeans on, and a sweater and some boots. I decided to go to the cafe down the street and get a coffee and something to eat. I pulled out of my driveway and drove to the cafe. It only took a few minutes. I got there, ordered, and went and sat down.

As I finished eating, I was flipping through a magazine when someone sat down across from me. I looked up, and I rolled my eyes, starting to get up.

"Wait!" Wesley yelled quietly, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back down.

"What do you want Wesley? I don't want to see you." I said, already glaring at him.

"What the fuck is your problem?" he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest angrily.

"What is my problem? What's yours?! You won't fucking leave me alone when I've told you repeatedly to! Excuse me Wesley, but I have better things to do besides talking to a boy who probably just wants to get in my pants." I yelled, getting up and walking out of the cafe.

As I was walking towards my car, I was pushed up to the side of my car by Wesley, trapping me between the car and his body.

"My problem is that you won't talk to me and I don't get it. I could tell you were attracted to me before the funeral. What happened?" He spoke, looking down at me furiously.

"Nothing happened. I just don't need another man in my life. They all leave eventually whether it's dying or just fucking getting up and leaving. I don't need that from another guy, and surely not from you." I spoke just as angry, and pushed him but he wouldn't budge.

"Come with me." He spoke, quietly.

"Are you fucking crazy? No." I said, trying to get out of his grip but damn, he was strong.

"I need to show you something." He said, grabbing my hand, lacing our fingers together. I gave him a weird look, and he shrugged. I rolled my eyes and sighed walking with him to his car.

Once we got in his car, we didn't speak at all. Which I was thankful for. I hummed to myself as I looked out the window, watching everything that passed by.

Just a few minutes later we pulled up to a cemetery. Not just any cemetery. The one Jace was buried at.

"Take me back to my car." I snapped, looking over at Wesley like he was crazy.

"Nope."

"Wesl-"

"Just come on. I didn't take you here to see Jace." He said, getting out of the car, and I sighed getting out as well and following him. Just a few minutes later we stopped infront of a gravestone and I read it. 'Beloved son.'

"My cousin died about 8 years ago. He was my best friend. I never thought I would get over it.. But you wanna know what? I did. It took me about a year but I did. See Melanie. You'll get over his death. Everyone gets over someone's death no matter how much they love the person that died. I know you can get over Jace's death. I believe in you, and so does he. Do it for him." He said, looking at his cousin's gravestone and then back at me.

"I'm so sorry Wesley. I didn't know.. But you're stronger than I am. Can we go see Jace?" I whispered the last part.

He nodded and we walked towards Jace's gravestone and I read his name and it still didn't feel real. My knees went weak immediately as I started crying and I began to fall to the ground, but Wesley caught me and held me in his arms as we sat on the ground. I sat in his lap, burying my face in his chest as his arms wrapped around me. I let out loud sobs of pain and sorrow. I couldn't take it. Why did this happen to me? Why did he have to die?

"Shhh, Melanie it's okay babe." Wesley whispered in my ear as he rubbed my back. I continued to sob, not being able to control it.

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Hellooooo(: so this is a new Wesley Stromberg fanfic that I've started and I'm so excited to write this story! Hopefully y'all will like it. Please leave feed back! I'll update soon! <3