First Dates

two: call of duty

[two]: write a chapter in which a female character uses a catcall to grab a male's attention, contradicting standard stereotypes.

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            Wyatt's favourite multiplayer mode on Call of Duty: Ghosts is Cranked, purely because this is, in his opinion, without a doubt, one of the only game modes where campers are not allowed. Just as he settles back on his bed, scratching at his thigh which is revealed as he is only wearing a pair of boxers, the door slams open.

            "Loser," Tiffany snaps, briefly looking at the 30 second countdown on the TV screen. Wyatt quickly scours for a place to get to on the game; not paying much mind to what his sister is going to complain about. Ever since Valentines, which had been a solid week ago, all Tiffany has done is whine about how unfortunate she had been to end up with a terrible date.

            Then she'd stop, and say, "but it's better than what Wyatt got up to." Wyatt couldn't agree with his sister anymore if he tried. His relaxing evening had been ruined by a particular nut case, but thank heavens, he has not seen her for an entire week, and he is hoping it stays that way.

            "What?" He grunts, the time now flickering in single digit numbers. When zero arrives, so does a beep and Wyatt immediately starts running, hoping to get some campers. Tiffany doesn't say anything, so Wyatt coughs awkwardly. "Tiff, what do you want?"

            "I really never thought I would ever say these words, you know."  Wyatt is simply unimpressed watching his sister talk with her hands, instead of using her words. Knowing that getting Tiffany to say anything deserves his full attention, he reluctantly leaves the session, turns off his XBOX, and settles the controller next to him.

            "Spit it out then," he mumbles.

            She takes a deep breath, and if Wyatt didn't know any better, then he'd say that Tiffany is obviously more affected by the happenings than he should be. "There's a girl waiting for you downstairs. She says that you're going on a date."

            Wyatt frowns, "What?"

            Tiffany rolls her eyes, "Is that the only thing you can say today or something? Honestly, I don't even know why she'd want to go on a date with you, but she's pretty, so hurry up, all right."

            "Um," he pauses, licking his lips, "okay." Wyatt makes a move for the door, but Tiffany steps in his way, pushing at his chest so he steps backwards. He opens his mouth in protest, but she beats him to the punch.

            "Clothes." She demands, leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

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            Whoever the girl is, is a stranger, and Wyatt has never seen her before. She looks just like his type, if he ever is to have one. Brown hair, big eyes, and noticeable dimples. She's not exactly developed, but Wyatt doesn't know what he'd do with loads of curves anyway. Whether she's pretty or not, is not enough to sway Wyatt's already made decision that no date is ever taking place, especially one that that green haired monster has planned for him already.

            She smiles when she notices Wyatt enter the room, and Wyatt is thankful she's dressed really casual. "Hi, I'm Alana," she introduces herself. "Connie told me a little bit about you."

            He has no idea what Connie knows about him already, as it certainly isn't enough to discuss with complete strangers, and then readily give them directions to his house, unannounced especially. "It's nice to meet you, um, could you give me a minute, and I have to — um, talk to Connie quickly."