[right][sup][color=8dc73f][color=b580f7][b]Rose[/b][/color], [color=1ca9c9][b]Wyatt[/b][/color], & [color=ff682f][b]True[/b][/color]
Collab with [@Lovely Complex]
Dining area → On the deck somewhere[/color][/sup][/right]
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[indent]Originally, Ilyana Powers, not dressed to impress, but dressed [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d7/4c/40/d74c4057140aef368d249e88cdff4baf.jpg]comfortably[/url] and still appealing enough for a boat party, was going to get snacks in the dining area. She stopped in her tracks when she saw two faces, one extremely familiar one and the other not so much. Both eating alone, together. With Wyatt close behind, she turned around and stopped him while he was ahead,  [color=b580f7][b]“I lost my appetite, actually. Want to… check out the water?”[/b][/color] Not giving him enough time to deny or accept, she led the charge to the deck. Far away from the lovebirds eating. Pulling out of her jean pocket her mother’s [url=https://img00.deviantart.net/84de/i/2015/181/9/a/peridot_emerald_dreamdrop_pocket_watch_by_ladypirotessa-d8zd56d.jpg]pendant[/url], with swarovski crystals, a hand painted dream drop, and a clock suited for fantasy regality, Rose absentmindely circlued her right thumb on the emerald.

Unbeknownst to the two platonically close friends, which could be easily misunderstood for lovers, Truly Bliss was keeping a close eye on them and following their tracks, a few steps behind. When they ended up not going into the dining room, True poked her head to see Henry and his Asian girl stand up to go to the dance floor, since there was a shift in music due to the DJ going on break. There was a girl that stalked his trail too, like she was stalking Wyatt! That meant what she was doing was [i]completely[/i] normal. For a moment, she thought about her and Wyatt dancing slowly on the dance floor and she leaned against the arch of the dining area with stars in her eyes. He was so dreamy even in her fantasies. 

What are you doing?! 

Shaking her head, snapping back to reality, she hurriedly turned around and scurried to follow the distant couple. All the while hoping that the sight was a lie. That the eye-catching blonde, who wasn’t afraid to beat to her own drum, be herself, which made her strikingly charismatic, was her fiance’s girlfriend! When they came to a sudden stop, True dived under the beer pong table — unnoticed, like a ninja. Their shoes were still in sight. Crawling under the table, she noticed a girl’s purse was placed close to her feet, by the leg of the table. Curious, True rummaged through the girl’s purse to find liquid eyeliner and napkins. A metaphorical light bulb appeared over head. Claiming these items for her own use, she crawled out from under the table, stood up, surprising the drunk people playing the game, and gave a quick reminder, [color=ff682f][b]“Chickadee, remember your purse is under that table,”[/b][/color] before skipping off. 

THEY WERE OUTSIDE NOW.

Wyatt had been to his fair share of parties in the last few years. Parties in houses, in warehouses, on the beach, in clubs, but this was his first party, on a yacht. The music, the colors, the drugs, everything was insane. Wyatt was already high, but he was already down to try more. Led away from the snack table by Rose, he followed her to the railing, where they stood and looked out over the ocean, a mesmerizing view for Wyatt. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Y’know, say what you will about the Helmsleys, but they know how to party,”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, looking over at Rose.    

[color=b580f7][b]“Yeah, you right.”[/b][/color] Rose looked down the railing to watch the water's current. Her mind was distant, still harboring over a topic that should’ve left her mind a long time ago. She felt the urge to take action, but she didn’t know in what way. All she knew was she needed to do something or this would eat her alive. [color=b580f7][b]“My fam throws better bangs, though.”[/b][/color] The Powers’ & The Bishops’ party extravaganza was in simple terms: a bunch of daredevils being reckless and stupid, getting high off thrills. 

And, well, actually being high.  

Tiptoeing her way to the couple, True glanced at her letter that she made with the mascara and a single napkin: [color=ff682f][b][i]You are heavenly. Go out with me? Your not-so-secret admirer. XOXO[/i][/b][/color] The not-so-secret part made sense to her since they were destined to be together and he did know her. Her love for him was NOT a secret. Using people as hiding places, she continued to get closer and closer, until finally, she was behind them as they enjoyed the scenery. Biting her bottom lip, the freshman slowly, very slowly, slipped the note in Wyatt’s butt pocket. 

Oh my god, she touched the butt! Her heart raced when she noticed Rose’s head turn. DOOM. Quick, escape. Like a bat out of hell, she turned around booking it, having not secured her note in Wyatt’s pocket. ANOTHER DOOM. 

Rose caught a glimpse of red hair bouncing off, but did not think much of it. What did intrigue her was the note falling, like a feather, from her friend’s ass to the floor.  [color=b580f7][b]“Wyatt?”[/b][/color] She kneeled down and picked up the napkin. Being noisy, she quickly scanned the note, which looked creepy, as if it was written by a murderer, due to the smudge of the mascara,   [color=b580f7][b]“You pooped out a note.”[/b][/color] 

Wyatt looked over at Rose and the note she was holding, a look of confusion on his face. That couldn’t be his, right? He took the note from Rose and scanned it, a few times before he finally comprehended it. He had a secret admirer? Or as she had put it, a “not-so-secret” admirer. Who the hell could that be? Wyatt looked up at Rose, his mouth hanging open in confusion. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Yo, this is wild! I have a secret admirer!”[/b][/color] Wyatt exclaimed.

[color=b580f7][b]“Who would’ve thunk?”[/b][/color] Rose teased her oblivious friend. Tapping her finger on her chin, her eyes glinted with curiosity, [color=b580f7][b]“Do you have any ideas of who it might be? She, or he, said ‘not-so-secret’ so you [i]must[/i] know them."[/b][/color] Rose was drawing a blank. The people she could immediately think of were their immediate friend group, but no one was available besides....  [color=b580f7][b]“Oh! What about that girl? Gabby? Though, I could’ve sworn she was into Riff-Raff.”[/b][/color]

Wyatt stood for a moment, face scrunched up in thought. [color=1ca9c9][b]“I didn’t think Gabby was into me, and plus she went with Raf to Dreamland tonight. Nah, it’s gotta be someone else.”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, racking his brain for a clue to the possible identity of this mysterious somebody. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Hey who’s that freshman, with like the red hair? Really chipper?”[/b][/color] Wyatt asked, recalling a certain incident from earlier that day. Could that freshman be the secret somebody?

[color=b580f7][b]“Uhhh.”[/b][/color] Brain fart. Who was the freshman with short red hair? Rose had the face but not the name. [color=b580f7][b]“I couldn’t tell you, man. For some reason I feel like she knows Damian, but I could be making shit up.”[/b][/color] Problems with being… not sober. [color=b580f7][b]“Maybe she’s at this party? Maybe you can ask?”[/b][/color] 

OH MY GOD, NO! They were onto her. True was not ready to face her one and only love! She had to retreat. Save a better confession for another day. Nope, nope, nope. Turning on her heel, she scurried back into the party. RUN AWAY!

[color=b580f7][b]“I think I just saw her.”[/b][/color] Rose rubbed her eyes and watched a lone girl prance into the boat. [color=b580f7][b]“Or I’m seeing shit. Could be both. Wait a tic.”[/b][/color] Rose narrowed her eyes, turned her head toward her friend, and locked her gaze with his, [color=b580f7][b]“Why was she the one you thought of???? Out of all the people you could’ve talked to, you thought of a tiny freshman you just met, like today? Don’t even know her name. Dude, this school is BIG. I [i]doubt[/i] it’s her.”[/b][/color] 

[color=1ca9c9][b]“She said I had a pretty face earlier. And I mean, I guess I do have a pretty face, I mean I haven’t thought about it much but like it’s a good face, and so maybe she was just stating a fact, OR, she wants to like, I don’t know, make out and shit,”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, barely even pausing to breathe. He was excited, and he had a habit of speaking far too fast when he was excited. He pulled a pre-rolled joint from his jacket pocket and lit the end, inhaling deeply before blowing out a large cloud of smoke. [color=1ca9c9][b]“The problem is, I can’t remember her name! She had a friend, though, one who was like deaf or mute or something. Bambi? Fuck, I can’t remember her name either,”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, letting out a frustrated groan before taking another hit from the joint.

[color=b580f7][b]“Oh man, I think I know who you’re talking about. Freckle-faced, looks like she hasn’t eaten for days. What was her name?”[/b][/color] After he had his hit, Rose took it upon herself to take his joint from his hand and huff in the smoke. Slowly releasing it, her mind sidetracked to a different topic, [color=b580f7][b]“Speaking of making out, I think I’m gonna’ try it. Tonight. See if it’s actually fun like you said. I’ve only done it one time and that’s not enough to really know how I feel about it. You dig?”[/b][/color] She offered his joint back. 

Wyatt nodded in agreement. [color=1ca9c9][b]“I recommend it. Making out is one of the few true pleasures on this earth. Right next to cinnamon waffles,”[/b][/color] Wyatt mused, taking another puff from the joint and passing it back to Rose. Suddenly, Wyatt’s eyes went wide, the look of a sudden and important realization. [color=1ca9c9][b]“TRULY BLISS! That’s the name of the girl! The one that said the thing about my face!”[/b][/color]

Dumbly blinking, Rose’s lips went agap before she let out a chuckle, [color=b580f7][b]“What a hippie name.”[/b][/color] Makes sense why she couldn’t think of her. She only knew that girl in the form of ‘Damian’s kid sister’. [color=b580f7][b]“I mean, she has a point. You do have a good looking face. Wait, why were we trying to think about her again?”[/b][/color] The creepy note was no longer on the blonde’s mind. 

Wyatt held the note up, waving it around. [color=1ca9c9][b]“The note, Rose! Who wrote the note?! I’ll tell you who! Truly Bliss! I do not know how to feel!”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, his excitement palpable. He wasn’t quite sure how to handle most of this, but damn it he’d do it like he always did. Recklessly and without a plan.

Snatching the note from him, Rose turned it around and put it inches away from his face, [color=b580f7][b]“YOU HAVE NO PROOF.”[/b][/color] He did not! How did he know this freshman wrote a creepy love note?! [color=b580f7][b]“It looks like a serial killer wrote it!”[/b][/color] Rose was NOT convinced. Not because she didn’t think anyone liked Wyatt, someone did, but it didn’t add up that this random girl, who, sure, yeah, complimented him earlier, gained the courage to scribble a hardly readable note, professing her love. [color=b580f7][b]“Prove it.”[/b][/color]  

[color=1ca9c9][b]“Okay then, I will!”[/b][/color] Wyatt shouted, taking one, long hit from the joint before handing it to Rose for good. It was okay, he had more in his pockets. [color=1ca9c9][b]“I’m gonna find her, I’m gonna show her the note, and then we’re probably gonna like make out or something. I don’t know what you do after that part, but it’ll be cool! Probably! I’m still a bit confused!”[/b][/color] Wyatt exclaimed, before running off into the crowd of people, hell bent on finding one particular redhead.

Rose too needed to find someone. As she watched Wyatt run off, she took another hit before flicking the joint on the ground and killing the burn with her shoe. 

[color=b580f7][b]“DON'T SCARE THE LITTLE THING!"[/b][/color] Rose quickly called out before he went into the depths of the party. Alone now, she tapped her pant's pocket which held the pendent. 

Uh, what was it she wanted to do?
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