First Dates

one: the last of us

[one]: write a chapter in which a character spends Valentine's day alone

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            Wyatt's last worry is the date his Victoria's Secret calendar shows him. Well, ideally, what it should be showing him, is that it's Valentine's day, accompanied with a risqué picture of that Candice girl, but as the calendar is probably either under his bed, or in the trash after never finding its way upstairs after Christmas Morning, he cannot be entirely sure. But the calendar, much like whatever importance the day should hold, is not what has him frowning, and biting down on his already chapped and bruised lips.

            No, what does is the noise coming from across the street, being made all from Connie Hart. He doesn't really know her, but the reason why this particular green-haired, blue eyed girl holds his attention, is because her level of noise, disrupted him from—if he says so himself—a good round on The Last of Us.

            One moment he'd been busy killing everyone left right and centre, then the next, this manly roar was entering his bedroom, along with the wind and sizzle of a barbeque he can only assume his neighbours are doing. His killing streak had hit double digits, until she came along; shouting her head off at who he guessed is her boyfriend.

            What a boyfriend, Wyatt thinks, holding onto the window frame, eyes flickering between the heated argument going on footsteps away from his doorstep and the TV, showing the dashboard for his XBOX. He almost wishes that someone else will quickly intervene, but as it is 7:30 on a Saturday night, and it conveniently being Valentine's day, it doesn't seem like there are many people still in their houses. He just looks like a douche, taking in his leather jacket and baggy jeans.

            Whilst Wyatt doesn't mind the entertainment he's gathering from it, he just would prefer for the argument to take place at a time which would accustom him better. As though he has any control on when couple spats happen to suit him, he who has absolutely no input in a relationship including people he doesn't even know.

            "You ruined Valentine's day for me, Jared!" Connie screams, and it's almost comical how her face reddens against her bright green hair. It's a sight for sore eyes, even from here, but whilst Wyatt can pull a face from the safety of his bedroom on the other side of the street, her boyfriend however, winces and is caught in the act. "Why are pulling faces at me? Are you saying I'm ugly? Oh my god, I'm ugly, I know it!"

            "Baby, you know I think you're not ugly!" Wyatt dully notes that he doesn't correct her saying she's pretty, either.

            Wyatt pulls a face, knowing that that right there, is the reason why he will always enjoy being single. Especially if all girls are a riot like Connie Hart.

            His bedroom door knocks, and Wyatt quickly jumps back from his crouch near his window, hitting his head on the top of the frame as the door opens.

            "Ow!" He rubs his head, watching how the door drags against the cream carpet, before a body is revealed, belonging to his Mom. "You look nice." He mutters. His Mom likes to fish for compliments, in the most innocent way possible.

            She smiles at him, eyes crinkling at the corners. Her lips—painted red—divide, revealing perfectly aligned, white teeth. Perks of being married to an orthodontist, Wyatt acknowledges his mother's dress once more. Its red, his Dad's favourite colour. Tight at the top, and a slit which reaches her thigh.

            Then Wyatt pulls a face, fully taking note of the dress, and the smile on his Mom's face drops. "Isn't that a bit, um . . . young?"