The skeletally-thin boy sauntered out of the cafè. A smoothie was cupped between his large, guitar-calloused hands, and his honey-colored gaze was cross-eyed as he stared at the straw leading up form the cup, and into his mouth. He'd had the strawberry-and-banana treat for no less than five minutes, and already he'd sucked half of it down. Being over six feet tall, you might start to honestly wonder where all that food went. Westin shoveled in food non-stop; yet he was still allowed to dress as he did today without a snag; charcoal-colored skinny jeans, and a tight, tight fitting tee. It was amazing how he never gained a pound, and weighed less then the amount of an adult woman. It was almost gross

But apparently 'skinny' was the new 'thing.'.....

So he embraced it.

Wes' lengthy strides were bouncy with indefinite amounts of pleasure. The sun felt so wonderful shining down on him, when it was thankfully countered with the breeze of the body of water running below the bridge. His disheveled mass of brunette-and-blonde-highlighted hair curtained his tanned face as expected; and he wore no sunglasses. One would expect the glare from the sun or sea to blind him, or atleast stunt him. But no.

He saw her there perfectly; swaying on that ledge.

He may have been really dumb... but he understood she wasn't just trying to get a good 'view.'

He twisted his long torso around immediately, and sashayed near her; a few feet to her left. He grimaced at the height; the worn-off bottoms of his converse shoes non-promising his risked safety, as he practically leaped onto the barrier as well.

"Hot damn. It sure is pretty up here," He said aloud; gazing at the girl from the corner of his eyes as he flawlessly balanced. He knew what she was doing. But he was gonna play the fool, and somehow use that to trick the mind. Because he had nothing else better to do. "I'd hate to fall down. All that way....." Wes continued; nodding as he noisily slurped the drink in his hands; boldly leaning forward into the wind. "I bet there's rocks at the bottom." He paused and actually turned to her; shuffling an inch or so closer, before dropping his voice. "Pointy rocks."

"Pointy rocks, eh? You wouldn't say,"

Westin raised a chestnut-toned eyebrow incredulously; contemplating her thick sarcasm. He narrowed his eyes as well; golden irises now glittering horizontal slits. He'd play along. If she wasn't taking it seriously, either would he. "Yes ma'am. They're like... hazardous." He snickered with a short tip of his head; pleased with himself for such a decent, vocabulary-enlightened remark.

"If you touch me, I'll jump right here,"

Westin's lumbering form twitched immediately toward hers as she stepped further onto the railing; his impulsive mind ignoring the words, and anticipating the stronger action. But instead of her falling in; he found himself teetering and swaying dangerously, as he practically weighed nothing and the wind easily over-powered him. He hopped down from the ledge to keep himself alive; key-chains that were attached to his belt loop jingling and flopping around wildly and noisily with the gesture. He stood behind her now; arms crossed as he incredibly reluctant to get back on the certain ledge of fear. "You'd jump just 'cause I touched you? Fuck. I didn't think I was that bad..." He trailed off, before rolling his eyes playfully; the common gesture going unseen, do to his disheveled, multi-colored mess of hair.

"You're right. That is a long way to fall. Would make it deadly, don't you think?"

"Waste of a cigarette," He replied bluntly with a shrug; now sitting on the railing with hesitation; his slender legs swinging slightly as he looked up at her; now farther away from her. He wouldn't test the closeness factor again.

He was always too nosy. Always trying to et into everyone's business if they appeared to need a small speck of help. He'd rush to their aid, even though half the time, as he suspected the same now, it was unwanted. Nevertheless, here he was; prying, once again. "Doll-face, sweetheart, baby-cakes, what-have-you... why're you up here? It's an awfully nice day. Can't find something better to do?" He questioned; hiding a smirk, as he knew full-well there'd probably be a sarcastic remark to his teasing name-calling.

But in all honesty, he was curious. And, his exploitative gaze was revealed to her with a pleading breeze; for once sending the hair from his eyes.

"Hazardous? Hm, maybe I'll rethink jumping,"

"I dunno how you can joke about that so lightly." He said softly; a breezy chuckle escaping his lips slightly as her hand steadied him. Yep. Definitely a stupid idea.

No wonder why Wes was up here.

"I meant if you tried to get me down, like, lifting me down or something."

Wes shrugged simply; patting his slender arm as he kicked his feet over the edge pensively. "I have no muscles. Obviously you weigh nothing, but I wouldn't be able to lift you if I tried." He confirmed; hopefully reassuring this was a non-touching relationship.

But he still wouldn't let her jump yet.

"Try Cory,"

"Ah," He nodded softly; mulling the name over in his head. Barely familiar. Damn. Has he seen her face?...

He'd never been good with that. Hell, he wasn't good at anything involving the brain, let alone names-with-faces. "I'm Wes Chelli." He replied before rolling onto his side; back against the barrier as he nonchalantly stared up at the sunny sky; trying to ignore the seagulls.

"Wanting to jump, apparently. I never seem to know what I'm doing or why until it's too late,"

He thought this over bluntly; pursing lips during his weak brain-session. How rare. "Yeah. There's really no room for regret when you jump," He offered her wryly; smiling crookedly; sun glinting off his always-happy mocha eyes. "Therefore," Good word usage, Wes. "If you don't jump....you can't regret it. It's simple-sounding to me. It honestly can't be that bad if you're stalling with me." He snickered; body appearing realized, while in all honesty, he was completely tensed and ready to grab her.