Slim To None

It's just a little crush, Wesley tells himself. It's just a harmless little crush.

Still there's a jab of jealousy through his chest every time she looks at Angel with those big brown eyes and adorable smile. There's a longing for that look to be cast upon him that goes deeper than anything he's felt before.

He aches for her. It's that simple and yet Angel, the mighty dark protector, has her rapt in his awesome mighty dark protector-ness. She might as well not notice him.

What hope does he stand when there's someone like Angel around?

Slim to none.