Suddenly he was weaving through throngs of teenagers, his hand firmly in the grasp of Ariel's. He wasn't sure where he was being lead until they reached their destination. He hadn't even had time to be embarrassed by the fact that he'd likely just passed by his fellow football teammates hand in hand with a guy. It would probably hit him in the morning, but for now? His brain was too cloudy to process it. Or, really, care at all. The only thing he cared about, at that moment, was the fact that even though Ariel was extremely straight forward, almost painfully so, he couldn't quite figure him out. But oh, he wanted to.
When they finally stopped moving, Wes had to blink a few times, letting his eyes adjust to the lack of light. The room was void of anything interesting, besides the boy now standing directly in front of him. He licked his lips almost instinctively, and put a hand to the back of his neck. This was the part he wasn't good at. Flirting. He wasn't good with women, and he definitely wasn't good with men. He couldn't even look Ariel in the eyes. "Yeah, I guess. I'm really into music. You're a good singer." The dark made him feel self conscious, where it should have had the opposite effect.