[right][sub][color=dimgray]Me as [color=ff682f]True[/color], obviously. 
Collab with [@smarty0114] as [color=1ca9c9]Wyatt[/color] (FT. [color=ff0066]Q[/color])
FT. [color=17aa99]ADubs[/color] and [color=dad236]Ty[/color] [@Hey Im Jordan]
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[indent]The familiar lights of Captain Cuddles greeted Wyatt as his board slowed to a halt in front of the pizzeria. His joint had been left on the side of the road a few minutes earlier, and as he strutted into Captain Cuddle his soft smile indicated a drug induced calm that any of his close friends would spot from a mile away.

Looking around the thriving establishment, Wyatt realized he had no clue who he was meeting. That was fine. It gave him time to get a root beer float. He left his board near the arcade, behind a trash can so no one tried to steal it, and took a seat at the bar, waving down Ty and ordering a root beer float. His messy suit drawing lingering, yet unnoticed, stares from his peers who were also there from movie night, Wyatt’s gaze floated around the pizzeria, waiting for his secret admirer to reveal herself. 

Hiding under the ice hockey table, Truly Bliss O’Connor, with her nice, galaxy [url=https://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z301/theclotheshorse/1r/busyday-3_zps0jogd2ag.jpg]dress[/url] on, widely gazed upon her date. She tried to think of her mother’s words to muster the courage to go near him. He was kind of blurry, because she didn’t have her glasses, but she knew his figure all the same. That was her Wyatt’s lanky body! [color=ff682f][b]"I’m the best girl.”[/b][/color] She told herself reassuringly, while giving a mental reminder of her three objectives: [color=ff682f][b][i]Date Husband, get a skateboard from Husband, invite Husband over.[/i][/b][/color] Okay. Maybe, she was ready. Maybe, she can finally and [i]properly[/i] give him a confession and then they can have a grand time! She was the embodiment of confidence. An O’Connor! A GODDESS. She can have whatever she wanted! [i]Spitters aren’t quitters[/i]! 

Sliding the root beer float down to Wyatt, Ty looked around and surveyed his kingdom… and laid eyes on the girl hidden under the hockey table. Shaking his head, Ty called out. [color=dad236][b]“True… what the hell are you doin’? Get out from under there.”[/b][/color] With that, Captain Cuddles himself walked back to the kitchen.

[color=ff682f][b]"I, uh—”[/b][/color] Before she could give a proper fib, Ty was gone! So, she played it off like she lost a quarter before crawling out from under the table, standing up and brushing off her dress. Her cheeks for flaming in embarrassment, and although she didn’t think blushing was cute, when she did, her soul was visible and out in the open. It complimented her blue eyes and displayed how delicate her sweetness was. A shy smile, full of deep emotion. A real, genuine girl. Awkwardly clearing her throat, she tiptoed her way to Wyatt and with the courage of ‘you just got caught’ she owned up, and sat next to him: [color=ff682f][b]"—Hellooooo…”[/b][/color] 

Wyatt turned to face the owner of the voice, his mug of rootbeer and icecream raised to his lips. He recognized the girl next to him, from the party at the Helmsley’s. What was she doing here? [color=1ca9c9][b]“Hey, uh, I’d love to chat but I’ve got a date who’s meeting me here,”[/b][/color] he said. He studied her for a moment longer, noting her sick dress and the look on her face, and finally, put two and two together. [color=1ca9c9][b]“HOLY SHIT! You [i]are[/i] her!”[/b][/color]

Wyatt waved for Ty and ordered another rootbeer float, for his not so secret admirer, before returning his attention to her. [color=1ca9c9][b]“So, uh, I’m Wyatt,”[/b][/color] he said, sticking his hand out to shake. He was beginning to realize he had absolutely no idea what he was doing…

[color=ff682f][b]"Yeah, I know…”[/b][/color] Very well, actually. She reached for his hand, with both hands and grasped it gently, giving it a timid shake. She was doing it, mommy! Look at her now! [color=ff682f][b]"I’m sorry about the, um, boat. This is… new.”[/b][/color] She looked at him, as she referred to [i]her feelings[/i] and [i]coming out[/i] with them. His hands were so soft! BUT she shouldn’t make this awkward. She wanted to hold his hands FOREVER. 

Wyatt grinned, sheepishly. [color=1ca9c9][b]“It’s chill, it’s chill. To be honest, this is kinda new for me too.”[/b][/color]

Quickly, she released them and immediately went to push strands of red hair behind her left ear. The side closest to him. She stared forward at the massive chalkboard with video game characters drawn on it and today’s specials. While she did so, she faintly swayed her feet, waiting eagerly for his response. The party cruise was [i]super[/i] exposing for her. It was the first time he started connecting the dots that he had her! And then the whole red room… was… [i]weird[/i]. She discovered a side that she didn’t even know she had. [color=ff682f][b]"Truly. My name is Truly.”[/b][/color] She couldn’t remember if they exchanged names before, like when he gave her first lesson in skateboarding. Yet, she didn’t mind. She liked when he talked. 

[color=1ca9c9][b]“Truly. Truly.”[/b][/color] Wyatt let the name roll off his tongue, appreciating the uniqueness of it. [color=1ca9c9][b]“It’s a nice name,”[/b][/color] he said, running his hand through his curly mop of dark hair. [color=1ca9c9][b]“So, uh, do you like pizza? The buffet is really good, but you probably already know that.”[/b][/color] Wyatt punctuated his response with a nervous laugh, his eyes studying his Converse before returning to her face. It was a nice face.

[color=ff682f][b]"Pizza and doritos!”[/b][/color] She not so subtly dropped that last part, knowing well enough that Wyatt [i]loved, loved, loved[/i] Doritos! She’s taken a huge liking to that chip brand since she got to Beverly Hills High. [color=ff682f][b]"Yes! Let’s eat then we can play games! I want to do the go karts and laser tag and DDR!”[/b][/color] The nerves seemed to have left True as quick as the came and maybe it’s because she found his shyness adorable and wanted to show him why he was worth loving. After taking a quick slurp of her float, delicious, she spun her bar stool around and hopped off. [color=ff682f][b]"You stay RIGHT there. I’ll get us all the pizza!”[/b][/color] Her mother’s domestic side was coming in use. True always saw her mommy make daddy’s plate. Actually, her mother made everyone’s plates. Her mommy was GOALS, honestly. She made everyone feel special and True wanted to make Wyatt feel special, loved, and appreciated. Tonight was the night! Go all in or nothing. No more stalker! CLAIM WHAT WAS HER’S. 

As she walked away, she chirped back, [color=ff682f][b]"Pep and sausage, right? Of course, I’m right.”[/b][/color] That wasn’t really asking him or confirming if her research was wrong. She knew she wasn’t wrong, she just wanted to show him how attentive she was, even if he probably had no idea how she knew that.

How had she known? Pepperoni and sausage was his FAVORITE pizza! Was she a mind reader? That would be cool. Wyatt had always thought mind reading was hot. Emma Frost could read minds, and she was most definitely hot. Maybe he’d landed his very own Emma Frost. That would be, beyond cool!

Sipping his float, Wyatt watched as True returned with two plates, stacked with slices of deliciously greasy pizza. Wyatt’s face broke into a grin as True sat down and slid his plate to him. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Thanks! Y’know, if you can read minds, you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone, except for like, A Double because he’d think that’s super cool,”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, taking a bite out of one his slices.

Deciding to go with it, she laughed out loud, [color=ff682f][b]"Reading minds, good intuition, they’re basically the same thing.”[/b][/color] And spending most of her freshman year watching, studying, and grabbing any information she could too. That absolutely helped. [color=ff682f][b]"I mean, you’re not so bad at noticing things yourself. You caught me red handed, with the letter.”[/b][/color] She took a massive chomp out of her pizza, which was an all meat pizza, disregarding the teachings of being a ‘lady’. She believed if she wanted Wyatt to think about her, a lot, she had to present him with her most casual self. Not a fake True trying too hard to be pretty. Though, she did hope he’d watch one of the cheer practices to see her shaking… her pom poms. Yes, her pom poms. 

Wyatt shrugged. [color=1ca9c9][b]“If we’re being honest, my friend Q is the one who clued me in to you. I probably wouldn’t have figured it out on my own,”[/b][/color] he said, taking another bite of pizza, and washing it down with his float. [color=1ca9c9][b]“So, what’s your deal? At school I mean? Like, I smoke weed in the janitor’s closet and generally just wreak havoc in class, but what about you?”[/b][/color] he asked, smiling as she took another chunk out of her slice. This girl knew the proper way to eat pizza. Quickly.

That was a very interesting question, which had a one word answer. Him. He was her deal. Unfortunately, she felt like that was too forward for their first date. [color=ff682f][b]"Haven’t you heard? I’m Damian’s kid sister.”[/b][/color] That’s as far as anyone knew her, who weren’t her brother and Kit. [color=ff682f][b]"Aside from that, I guess I’m a cheerleader? I rock at DDR. I’m a bit accident prone when I do ordinary tasks. And... I’m good at doing stuff with wood!”[/b][/color] What she meant was she had a knack for woodshop. True had no idea wood could also mean dick. Hard dick. That was one thing she knew NOTHING about.     

Wyatt cocked his head. This girl was as far from Damian O’Connor as you could get, but now that he’d heard her say it, the resemblance in their faces jumped out at him. Nodding along as she spoke, he smirked as she mentioned her skills with wood. [color=1ca9c9][b]“That’s good to know,”[/b][/color] he said, his voice tinged with amusement. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Is it kinda weird, being Damian’s sister? He’s kinda the talk of the town most days,”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, in an attempt to find some more common ground. If there was something Wyatt could relate to, it was life in your older siblings’ shadow.

[color=ff682f][b]"I mean…”[/b][/color] True took a deep swallow of pizza before clearing her throat, [color=ff682f][b]"It goes without saying. He’s a god, who handles pressure better than anyone I know. I’m just… me? I’m like so insignificant standing next to my family. They glow and I’m just there. I’ve gotten used to it. So I focus on one thing to keep me happy!”[/b][/color] Really, the only goal she needed to reach for was being with him. She could care less about being a star in the night sky. She’d rather be on the ground reaching for her moon. Her Wyatt! Nodding to herself, proud of how eloquent she sounded, she went for some more root beer float. 

[color=1ca9c9][b]“I get that. My sister is like this big hot shot surgical resident who’s probably gonna cure cancer, and my brother is a starter for UCLA, and I’m just kind of always in their shadow. I kinda feel like there’s always some bar that I’m not reaching. Well, not kinda. I know I’m not reaching it,”[/b][/color] he said. He realized after a moment, how depressing he sounded, and tried his best to redirect the situation. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Why don’t we go play DDR? I want to see your moves,”[/b][/color] he said, plastering a smile onto his face.

Taking note of how quickly he diverted from the topic, the little redhead didn’t press on. Instead, she grabbed a napkin to wipe the grease off her hand and obediently nodded, [color=ff682f][b]"Sure, let’s dance.”[/b][/color] After hopping off the barstool once more, like the light at the end of a dark tunnel, she offered her hand for him to grab. [color=ff682f][b]"Ready to get your butt kicked?!”[/b][/color] 

Wyatt smiled and took her hand. [color=1ca9c9][b]“I can think of worse people to lose to,”[/b][/color] he said. He followed her through the maze of arcade games, before they came to a stop in front of the two player [i]Dance Dance Revolution! 4[/i] machine. Stepping on, Wyatt fed quarters into the machine, and used his foot to select the competition mode. He chose Centerfold as the song, because it was truly the best song DDR had to offer. Everyone knew that. [color=1ca9c9][b]“I’ll try to go easy on you, but no promises. These feet have a mind of their own,”[/b][/color] he joked.

[color=ff682f][b]"Whatever you say, hu--”[/b][/color] Oops. She stopped herself from saying hubby. That would’ve surely scared him off. Without True’s glasses, this could’ve been a daunting task but she’s played this game so much at this point that she’s memorized all the songs and every level’s moves. She was getting kind of kiddy, to be honest. This was something she’s only dreamt about and now it was actually happening. There was no doubt she was on cloud nine. 

[center][b][color=a187be][i]First Stage.

Are you ready?[/i][/color][/b][/center] 
The track began. Her body was ready! While they danced, her breathing was steady even for their fast steps and like no big deal while she got Marvelous, Perfect, and Great, she chatted away, [color=ff682f][b]"Hey. So I’ve been meaning to ask you. I really like skateboarding and I think we should continue lessons. Problem is I need a skateboard. Ma supports my endeavors and I think that’ll give us another reason to spend time together, since like… I like this.”[/b][/color] 

This girl was a god. Her feet moved so fast, it was like she wasn’t even thinking about it. As Wyatt did his best to keep up, he inevitably began to fall behind as conversation picked up. He didn’t care though. Like he’d said, there were worse people to lose to. [color=1ca9c9][b]“That can totally be arranged! I work at Wheelz N’ Dealz, so I can hook you up,”[/b][/color] he said, making a desperate lunge to place his foot on the forward arrow. [color=1ca9c9][b]“And, uh, for what it’s worth, I like this too. You’re like, super chill.”[/b][/color]   

[color=ff682f][b]"Awesome!”[/b][/color] True widely grinned, while quickly bringing her eyes down to check the butt, before looking back at Wyatt’s face. He had such a nice butt. Man, she loved his butt. Bringing her attention back to winning him over, she went on to flex some of her best friend’s knowledge. Thank god she had a video gamer for a friend. [color=ff682f][b]“Did you know that Halo was originally developed for macintosh, but after Microsoft saw the trailer and gameplay reveal, they bought bungie, which as you should know is the company that developed Halo.”[/b][/color] She paused for a second, her feet still moving at an incredibly fast speed. Her gaze never looked away from him, [color=ff682f][b]“You look like you play Halo! Anyways, they did that to make the game as a release title for their upcoming console, the WEP - windows entertainment project - which was later named the Xbox. Isn’t that neat?”[/b][/color] She’d have to thank Kit later.

Wyatt was ecstatic. He was pretty sure this girl had sprung from his head, because she was literally the girl of his dreams. She knew his favorite pizza, she played video games, and she was also probably a mind reader. [color=1ca9c9][b]“I love Halo! That’s like, the most classic game in the world! I play like, a fuckton of Overwatch now, but I was raised on Halo,”[/b][/color] he said.

[color=ff682f][b]“Oh you play Overwatch? I love that game too!”[/b][/color] She lied. What the fuck was an Overwatch?! Mayday. Mayday. She’d need Kit to teach her asap! Let’s hope her video game slang doesn’t fail her now, [color=ff682f][b]“Like, maybe sometime this weekend we should party up?[/b][/color]

[color=1ca9c9][b]“Dude! Let’s do it! I’m a Genji main, but like, I’m pretty good with Moira too, and Orisa. Fuck Soldier though!”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, losing himself in the video game lingo. 

The DDR game came to an end, as Wyatt missed the last step, and True was declared the winner, her score far surpassing Wyatt’s. [color=1ca9c9][b]“You’re hella good. I’m kinda jealous. Maybe you can teach me how to move like that,”[/b][/color] the dark haired boy said, stepping off of the platform and offering his hand to the redhead. 

OooooOOoooOooooh! This time he offered! And if she was smart enough, she’d leave the Overwatch topic far, far behind and distract him with something else. He was speaking sorcery! She couldn’t bullshit that hard. If only she had Kit in an earpiece, just telling her what to say. Then she could keep impressing him like it was nothing. 

Excitedly, she reached for his hand and held it tightly. This time she wasn’t nervous, like she was when he was teaching her how to skate. True felt like she could grab his hand whenever she wanted and that was a fantastic feeling. [color=ff682f][b]“We have all the time in the world for me to teach you moves like Jagger! Here or at my place if you want to come over, y’know… we have options.”[/b][/color] BOOM. MOMMY. SHE DID IT!  

As Wyatt began to lead True through the arcade, he spotted two familiar faces. The beanie clad Q, and the relaxed face of one A Double Bishop were floating between games, and Wyatt wasted no time getting their attention. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Qster! A Double! Come meet my date!”[/b][/color] he shouted, drawing easily ignored stares from the other attendees.

A Double was a little preoccupied. After all, he and Q had to plan a video game tournament now, all so she could pull the person that beat her high scores out of the wood works and try and get her to play arcade games with her. To A Double, it seemed like he was going to do a lot of work for something that was really miniscule, but he didn’t care that much… the important part was that it was making Q happy!

When Wyatt spoke up, A Double looked a little confused when he responded, but when didn’t he look like that? When his mind and eyes refocused, he smiled. Friend! [color=17aa99][b]“Yeah, sure thing, man. Where is she? C’mon.”[/b][/color] He tugged at Q. Regardless of what they were doing then and there, A Double had to support his friend in every endeavor, this one included.

[color=1ca9c9][b]“Y’all, this is True! She’s hella chill, so like, you’ll like her,”[/b][/color] he said grinning.

Q smiled, the easy smile that came when she was stoned. [color=ff0066][b]“Sup, True,”[/b][/color] Quincy said, offering with her left hand, her other one wrapped tightly around A Double’s waist.

With her free hand, which was also her left, True twisted her hand a little to give the pretty girl an awkward handshake. [color=ff682f][b]“It’s nice to meet you… Qster? And A Double! Um, if you don’t mind me asking, what are your actual names? My name is Truly Bliss O’Connor and I was named after my mom’s best ‘orgasm’!”[/b][/color]  

A Double stared at her.

A Double looked at Q, he looked at Wyatt… he looked back at True and cleared his throat. [color=17aa99][b]“My name is A Double. This is Q.”[/b][/color] He reiterated, glancing at Wyatt and Q after speaking. Did Wyatt get with one of the ‘special’ kids? Like, special-er than A Double himself?

[color=1ca9c9][b]“Really? I was named after the doctor at the fertility clinic who was in charge of artificially inseminating the egg I came from. Pretty dope, not gonna lie,”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, grinning at True. Q shot A Double a look, but kept her mouth shut. She wasn’t sure if this was a match made in heaven, or a pair of complete crazies. Probably both.

[color=1ca9c9][b]“Y’know, since you guys are here, we should play a game of laser tag. I love laser tag!”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, leaping off the ground with excitement, and looking towards the alcove where kids were already lining up to get inside the blacklight arena. His best friends, and the girl of his dreams playing laser tag together was easily the best idea ever. It was truly the best of both worlds.

True’s cheeks flushed when the boy named A Double said that their names were literally what it sounded like. Maybe she shouldn’t have answered that question. There was a moment where her anxiety and sadness crept in, but she shook it off when Wyatt mentioned laser tag. [color=ff682f][b]“Yes, lets! I love a good ol’ game of laser tag. Though I’ll never beat my bestie. She’s like the best at every game she touches. She rocks at all these machines.”[/b][/color] True’s expression was completely serious and determined to one day be in the league of Kit. It would be hard, but since her lover liked games, she had to! He can only have the best and Kit was the best at one thing he loved. [color=ff682f][b]“Also, I really like your name Wyatt.”[/b][/color] She simpered.

[color=17aa99][b]“Oh, uh, I don’t know if we got time for laser tag. See, we got here, and this new person had wiped out all of the high scores, and Q wants to find them? You can see it if you go check all the machines… the high scores as all ‘A, S, S,’ and ‘H, O, L.’ Which is pretty funny, but uh, Q’s plan is to bring her to play Tekken in a Tekken tournament at Burntown and then meet her? I dunno. Ty said we’d like her because she smelled like weed.”[/b][/color] Well, they [i]did[/i] have a type.

At the mention of beating ‘A, S, S’ and ‘H, O, L’ at Tekken, True couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. To the point of tears. Did they seriously think they were going to beat Kit at her best game? Oh god. This was priceless. She had to see this. This was going to be a must watch. Kit was going to make them kiss the very dirt they walked on. Wiping the tears out of her eyes with her freehand, she apologized, [color=ff682f][b]“Oh I’m sorry. I just thought of something really funny… and like… I know the person you want to battle. Like I said not moments ago, my best friend is a beast at games, meaning she’s the person that wiped out all the high scores.”[/b][/color] 

Q stared in amazement at True, as if she’d just admitted to being on a first name basis with Jesus Christ himself. She knew Kit. The heathen who’d taken her top score, the unbeatable video game god. [color=ff0066][b]“Well, your friend is a fucking god. Assuming it’s really her. If she shows up for the tournament, we’ll see her skills I guess.”[/b][/color] She crossed her arms and turned to look at A Double. [color=ff0066][b]“Comeon babe, a round won’t hurt.”[/b][/color]

[color=1ca9c9][b]“A Dubs, you know you can’t resist! A lil laser tag, and hey, first hits go to the couple who wins!”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, pulling a tightly rolled, heavily packed joint from his pocket.

[color=17aa99][b]“Uh, okay. I can play a round I guess.”[/b][/color] A Double said, relenting. Not that it was very hard to get him to agree to, well, anything. He was very much a reactive person, rather than a proactive one. [color=17aa99][b]“Let’s get that bread.”[/b][/color][/indent]