it cast imagines (;

3; Wyatt Oleff

A/n they are 19-21 in this story (:

Warnings: nothing everything is n01c3!

Wyatt's POV (FUCK! I NEVER REREAD OVER SHIT BEFORE I PUBLISH! SORRY!)

ah, working late.

one of my favorite things to do.

no really, its really interesting.

i work at walmart, yes, as a cashier.

my acting career?

i still have it, i just need some more money.

i mean, i am the only one supporting my family.

my mom lost her job and everything.

no, i don't live with her.

she asked for my help.

and i said yes.

its my mother!

chill out.

the reason why i enjoy working here is because i met interesting people and i try to guess their back stories.

it's pretty entertaining i guess?

right now its-

Y/n's POV

-2 am.

perfect time to buy skittles and poptarts with some s(ch)napple.

i walk into the almost empty walmart and take a deep breath.

i've missed the smell of teenagers.

ya i know its walmart, but i only come here at night and there's mostly drunk/high teens here.

i walk into the candy section, running my fingers over the bags and boxes of the sugar filled rows.

i picked out 2 bags of skittles and put them into my cart.

i grabbed a apple flavored Snapple and threw it into the cart.

i'm lucky it didn't break.

(after a lot of shopping)

i waited patiently for the boy in front of me.

he was taking forever.

after what it seems like an hour, it was finally my turn.

let me just say the cashier was-

Wyatt's POV

-cute as hell.

her h/l h/c really brings her e/c eyes out.

her black ripped leggings and a nirvana shirt topped off with a black hoodie

she had snapple and a full cart of diabetes.

now i know what type of girl she is.

my type.

"take a picture it'll last longer." she laughed.

oh shit, i was staring.

"s-sorry." i said scratching the back of my neck.

"its alright, i was doing the same." she admitted.

as i finished scanning her items, i notcied something.

she was a light pink and biting her bottom lip.

i laughed and so did she.

god-

Y/n's POV

-damn, that laugh!

"um that'll be...10.89." he smiled.

i smiled back as i grabbed my two five out.

"shit shit shit shit." i mumbled.

i pulled out my wallet as and frantically looked in it.

"fuck!" i yelled out.

it kinda made him jump.

"oh, you're missing the 89." he whispered.

"hey, i can let you slide." he said.

"no, i don't want to get you fired, are you sure?" i asked.

"yeah i'm sure." he smiled.

"thank you so much...wyatt." i said as i looked at his name tag.

"oh, its fine..." he trailed off.

"y/n." i said.

"y/n." he repeated.

"hey, wyatt, can i borrow a pen and paper?" i asked.

"y-yeah sure." he said as he handed the things.

i scribbled down something and ripped it into a smaller piece.

i gave him back the pen and my money with the paper.

"thanks noodle head." i said as i ruffled his head.

he blushed as i rolled my cart out of the store.

i gave him one last look.

oh, you wanna know what i gave him?

it was my-

Wyatt's POV

-number.

i blushed as i looked at it.

it had hearts around it.

wow.

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part 2?

much love, Cj💕