OPERATION: WEVID

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters in this story.

David's POV

Something is wrong with Wes.

He's not usual self anymore: I don't see him smile much, and the words that have left his mouth since last week can easily be counted.

He is definitely not in love: his response to puppy love is completely different. Last time that happened, Wes wouldn't stop babbling incoherently about his newfound crush.

It's weird. It's as if Wes' optimism is being slowly sucked away by a random malevolent ghost roaming Dalton's hallways.

He's distracted during classes, staring at floating dust particles with an absent expression on his face. The energy he always showcases has disappeared. Vanished. Faded away. I'm pretty sure that his happy-go-lucky personality has gone away somewhere near the Bermuda Triangle for a vacation.

During Warbler meetings, Wes barely even cares to pay attention to the performances. He just looks intently outside with a frown.

He doesn't react when the sophomores speak out of turn. All he does is look up and pull on the most bored expression he can manage.

Although I'm certain that Wes is trying his best to cover up his lethargic mood, the fact that he is actually focusing on doing homework first thing when he gets back to his shared dorm room is a total give-away. He never does that. Ask the roommate—Kurt—himself.

Nowadays, Wes always has his nose shoved into some book, so says previously mentioned roommate.

In truth, I don't know why I'm freaking out right now.

If anyone asked, I'd probably reply with 'Why shouldn't I? He's my best friend.'

The statement is practically true, but my conscience is saying that my reason has more to it than just… that.

I asked my other best friend/s about it, and their advice was anything but helpful.

Blaine told me to leave him be, to let Wes solve his problem on his own, which is hard to do, considering that I'm freaking out right now.

Kurt told me to talk to him in case it was because of something I did, which is even harder to do.

How can I talk to Wes when he can't even look me straight in the eye? He literally looked like someone kicked his puppy yesterday at lunch when our eyes met.

I don't know what to do.

For once, I utterly do not have an idea what to do.

Oh god. I need help.

A/N: I noticed that there is a certain lack of Wevid on this site, so I decided to contribute.

So I'm guessing you're thinking why this is short, as in four-hundred-fifteen-words short. Yeah. I made it that way, just because I'm not much of a creative thinker. I take days, no weeks, to finish a certain story or nearly anything, I guess. So review!

My dad's making me sleep now. 3

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Oh, before I forget, please read my other stories. If you don't want to, then it's okay. I'll just go... and mope for a few hundred years...