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[sub][color=slategray]A [@smarty0114] & [@Universorum] collab
Featuring: [color=1ca9c9]Wyatt “Girls Are Stupid” Durand[/color] & [color=17aa99]A Double “No They’re Not” Bishop[/color]
Location: Dreamland[/color][/sub][/center][hr][hr]

He missed Quincy, that was for sure. 

A Double had tried, tried [i]really[/i] hard, to convince her to stay the night, but to no avail. Alan Alexander had went to bed without cuddles, and with his girlfriend. Then, he’d woken up much the same way: no girlfriend, no snuggles. He [i]did[/i], however, find Wyatt. With his best friend in tow, A Double had strolled to the halfpipe in the center of Dreamland, and was now dangling his legs over the edge of it. He had listened to Wyatt tell his story about what had happened on the boat, and it seemed like Wyatt had made an ouchie.

[color=17aa99][b]“...you know she’s totally lying to you, right?”[/b][/color] He asked, glancing over at Wyatt with an incredulous look of disbelief on his face. There had to be some master plan from Wyatt at work here, right? [color=17aa99][b]“Who else… could it, like… be? She even said she was expecting you… It had to be her, and now you messed up your chances of having your very own girlfriend.”[/b][/color] A Double frowned and twisted his body to look directly at Wyatt, with his arms folded over his chest.

[color=17aa99][b]“Haven’t you always wanted your very own girlfriend?”[/b][/color] He asked earnestly, furrowing his eyebrows as he posed the question of a lifetime.

[color=1ca9c9][b]“Okay, yes! Of course I want my very own girlfriend! But, she said it wasn’t her! What, should I just go up to her today and be like, ‘Oh I know you’re a liar!’ That won’t score me a girlfriend either!”[/b][/color] Wyatt’s arms flailed about as he spoke, his emotions showing in every gesture. He was frustrated, and upset, and quite frankly, coming down hard from whatever it was he’d taken last night, after he’d left True. Scratching his forearm nervously, he let himself fall back so that he was laying down on top of the half-pipe. [color=1ca9c9][b]“I don’t know, man. Girls are stupid.”[/b][/color]

[color=17aa99][b]“Q isn’t ‘[i]stupid[/i]’ and she’s, like… a girl. So is Rose and she’s cool! I dunno, man!”[/b][/color] A Double stood up and towered over Wyatt as he laid on his back, [color=17aa99][b]“look, man. If I were you, I’d totally run up to her and tell her you think she’s lyin’, cuz if she’s a [i]secret admirer[/i], then she’s trying to [i]admire[/i] you [i]secretly![/i] You have to figure out the [i]secret![/i] Sheesh, haven’t you ever watched Scooby Doo or somethin’? It’s a mystery.”[/b][/color] A Double explained, staring down at Wyatt with a look that showed A Double had complete confidence in his plan. Why wouldn’t it work?

Wyatt sighed. A Double made some good points. He was pretty sure it was True, but on the other hand, how could he be sure? He let out a groan this time, his exasperation with the entire situation obvious. On the one hand, he could not do anything and remain single forever. On the other hand, he could ask her again, and be wrong, again. Or he could be right. Or he could make a complete fool out of himself. Or he could be right but she could… the list goes on. There were way too many variables. He needed weed. [color=1ca9c9][b]“One sec,”[/b][/color] he said, as he fished a joint and a lighter out of his sweatpants pockets, then proceeded to light it, taking a hit and letting the smoke pour out of his mouth, before offering the joint to A Double. Weed would clear his mind. Weed would help him focus, something he couldn’t ever seem to do on his own. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Okay, like, what’d you say to Q? How’d you get her?”[/b][/color] Wyatt asked, looking up at his friend.

A Double took the joint from his friend and held it up to his lips, puffing at it before he blew the smoke out. Then, he had to think about Q, and what he’d said to her. Geeze, what did he say to her? ...not a lot. [color=17aa99][b]“well, to be honest with you… Q did most of the talking. She sorta just came to me and then we made out a lot… I didn’t do anything? She just threw herself at me. I think that’s the term.”[/b][/color] A Double coughed a bit as he passed the joint over to his friend, and shrugged his shoulders, [color=17aa99][b]“dude, you said she was dressed up all sexily, she was [i]kinda[/i] throwing herself at you too! I think you really dropped the ball on this one, man...”[/b][/color]

A Double looked up at the sky, before adding, [color=17aa99][b]“but it’s okay. I don’t think your chances are totally shot! If she did it once, she’ll do it again.”[/b][/color]

Wyatt took another hit and blew out more smoke, as familiar to him as walking. He knew that there weren’t many choices here. Do something or don’t. Anything past that was out of his control. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Okay. I’ve just got to talk to her. How hard could it be? She’s easy to talk to. And then, I’ll just call her out, and she’ll be like ‘Oh my gosh! Wyatt! That’s so hot!’ and that will be that,”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, passing the joint off and grinning at his foolproof plan.

[color=17aa99][b]“Yeah, totally. See, it’s that easy! Girls are easy.”[/b][/color] A Double pulled out his phone, checking the time. Was his girl awake yet? He should probably check! She liked when he did that, A Double was beginning to slowly, but surely, learn the different things that girlfriends apparently enjoyed. [color=17aa99][b]“What do we want for breakfast? I’m hungry now. I want a lot of food…”[/b][/color] A Double muttered, staring at the sky. He had a one track mind, and it was somewhat dominated by food. Once he got out of his trance, he’d call Q. Text her? Nah, calling would be best…

[color=17aa99][b]“You should bring her here, after she jumps on you. Cuz it’s like, nice here. I think it’s nice here. Plus, it’s private, since my parents are gone still. But they’ll be home at the end of the month. I think that’s what dad said, but maybe I’m wrong,”[/b][/color] A Double frowned, realizing that he had no idea how much longer he’d be living unsupervised. Did he even like living unsupervised? It was okay sometimes, but he missed not having to cook. Or buy groceries.

Wyatt looked up at the big, blue, Beverly Hills Sky. [color=1ca9c9][b]“I wanna take her somewhere fresh, somewhere so ace she won’t even know what’s up. I have some Wheelz n Deals money saved up. Jason’ll probably give me some money, and let me borrow one of the cars,”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, wistfully. [color=1ca9c9][b]“I mean, like, she’s uber preppy! Like, I don’t even know why she’s into [i]me[/i] of all people! She probably only eats seafood from Maine and like, has a personal driver or something.”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, his anxiety starting to pierce through his high, resulting in another puff of the joint.

[color=17aa99][b]“Isn’t she like… uh, what’s his name… the tall guy. Damian! Isn’t she Damian’s sister? I bet she’s not [i]that[/i] preppy, maybe it’s just a side effect of being Damian’s little sister. Like, she gets associated with Damian and Damian’s like a big deal and like since she’s his sister she’s a prep? That makes sense to me.”[/b][/color] A Double explained, and in his head it made total sense. She was Damian’s sister, Damian was a big deal, preps were… a big deal? Therefore, since he couldn’t think of anything else about Truly that set her apart from her peers… she was a prep! Checked out in his mind. [color=17aa99][b]“Seafood is gross, I hope she doesn’t only eat seafood, I bet it’d make her kisses taste like seafood…”[/b][/color]

[color=17aa99][b]“Wyatt, I’m hungry. It’s breakfast time. I’m gonna call Q and see what she wants for breakfast. Do you wanna come with us? I’ll buy! I gotta call her anyway, it’s kind of a boyfriendly duty. You better get used to those, too, there are a lot of demands if you’re gonna be a boyfriend, it isn’t all fun and games!”[/b][/color]

Wyatt pondered for a moment. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Food sounds nice. I’m in.”[/b][/color]