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Colley ♥ 
Narrowing her eyes, Evolette dipped her head to get a better look at his face. She could practically sense the gears in his mind racing. Did he really think she had a shoe addiction? GASP. "Don't worry." she said lightly, "Daddy's money pays for my shoes, which means my trust fund is still in tact."
She smirked.
"Which also means, when you and I get married, we can live off of my massive fortune, and not have to get jobs." Grin.
Ah. Evolette knew everything that he had just said was completely and totally true. Wesley was NOT good at throwing parties. "Ummmm.." she paused, wrinkling her nose delicately as she pondered, "Okay, sweep me off of my feet Wes." Heck, it was about time someone swept her off of her feet.
However, at his suggestion of wearing old shoes, she gasped, rather loudly, and clamped her hand over her mouth. "Take that back right know." she squeaked, grabbing the table to keep her balance. She was going to hyperventilate... if needed.
“Oh, well then. I feel better now. Can’t have the trust fund taking a blow for the shoes!” Wes responded, his tone perfectly serious at that. Honestly, he was a bit miffed about the fact that even Evolotte got a trust fund. His parents had money but none of it would be his so long as they were alive. He got his needs met. He never went without … but he was far from spoiled. He never got handouts. His parents expected him to work for
everything.
“Evs you’re my dream girl!” He informed her in an ‘I’m so in love’ tone of voice.
Too bad that will never happen though, He reminded himself more seriously. Nothing would make him happier than to find a way to live without working. But it was necessary. He knew it was … he just didn’t like it. Not one bit.
Mom and dad should just cave and give you a few thousand, he thought seriously, then sighed. It wasn’t happening. Might as well start sending out resume’s. Yikes!
“I’ll do what you want for the party you’re gonna plan … just don’t expect creative genius. Just a willing lackey.” He explained in response to her consent. It wasn’t terribly difficult to get her on board with the sweeping plan. It had been hers, after all. Part of him was a bit worried that he’d suck at it though. Whatever. It wasn’t like she expected anything. They were friends. It would be fun. It would be about her. She wasn’t expecting a declaration of love. She was expecting one perfect night.
When Evee began to panic Wes simply stared at her, and continued to slowly devour his mashed potatoes. He didn’t say anything for several minutes.
“It was just a suggestion you know.” He pointed out innocently.
“I mean, old shoes are good. OH! Didn’t you wear a pare of bright pink pumps once?” Back in your first year perhaps? He suggested in mock excitement. OK. By this point Wes just wanted to see how riled up he could get her.