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[sub]A [@smarty0114] & [@TootsiePop] collab
Featuring: [color=1ca9c9]Wyatt Duran[/color] & [color=#ff682f]Truly Bliss O’Connor[/color]
Location: Outside Kit’s House (Pre-Timeskip)[/sub][/center][hr][hr]


Evenings in Beverly Hills were about as opulent as you’d expect them to be. The sun’s descent cast a hazy orange light across the town, and as Wyatt rode his skateboard down a hill, Dreamland to his back, he could see the city below lighting up. He could see the beach too, not too far off. True was down there, somewhere, waiting for him. He had to get to her. He was on a mission.

Muscle memory got him to the beach, and the joint he’d smoked at Dreamland had made it feel like an hours long ride. When he rode up to the blue house on Third Street, his dark hair was windblown, and had to run a hand through the tangled locks to make it somewhat presentable. He patted his pockets, suddenly aware of the fact that his breath probably reeked of smoke and THC, but there wasn’t a mint to be found. Hopefully, True didn’t mind. He took a deep breath, and sent her a text.

[center]To: [color=#ff682f][b]True[/b][/color]
[color=1ca9c9][b]uhhh im outside. i think[/b][/color][/center]

Kit had kicked True out five minutes ago and here she was hiding behind a bush, like she usually did, waiting for her undoubtable doom. Her phone vibrated. Taking a quick glance at it, she eeped and urgently threw it back in her backpack. Truly Bliss was starting to come to terms that her heartbeat was not steady at all. She could feel every single pound and the pressure of her nerves was trying to push her forward to reveal herself, but she was SCARED. 

Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine how her mother would approach her father or how any of the HOT girls got anyone to look at them. They held the confidence of heartbreakers, even though their mind was made up on what they wanted. Women that knew how to draw people in, push ‘em away, and get everyone wanting more. Too bad they weren’t friends anymore.

For her parents, the hook wasn’t only because her mother would kiss the floor her father walked on! No, she got him addicted. How though? Confidence! Intimacy and confidence! That was the key. Not being skittish and afraid to even show her face. Why did he still make her nervous? She needed to have fun and act like she knew what she was doing. Painfully pinching herself, she snapped back to the present, poking her head to get a better view of her future husband waiting for her. 

Inside the house, Molly peered out the window and took a bite of the apple she held with her left hand. Her lips curled into a smile as she watched True be, well, True. [color=a7fc00][b] “Is she… always like this, Kitkat?”[/b][/color] It was a nice change of pace seeing the simple and genuine actions of the little teen. Oliver and her… their beginning was interesting to say the least and it took a good video chat for both of them to realize they were heavily into each other. Still, those memories were some of her fondest and she couldn’t help but watch True create her own. It seemed the sweet, small redhead was still fighting the fact that her crush finally saw her. Reminded her of herself, to be honest. Though instead of hiding, Molly used insults instead.

Kit wasn’t even really focused when the Professor spoke to her — Kit was messing around on her phone. She tapped away from the very important thing she was looking at, and looked up at the Professor. [color=7fc19e][b]“I mean… pretty much, yeah. I think she gets it from her mom. Why do you ask? Do you want me to rein her in? I can do that.”[/b][/color] Kit offered, looking over at her mom and shrugging her shoulders. Kit didn’t really think about this kind of thing, very much. Kit didn’t even think that True was being that weird — for her, this was pretty low tier, all things considered.

[color=a7fc00][b]“Does she need an extra push? I’m assuming that’s the kid over there.”[/b][/color] Wyatt. Just waiting on the side of the street for something to happen. They could be like that all day, but was it their place to intervene? 

[color=7fc19e][b]“What? No, nah. She’s got this. She’s just hyping herself up.”[/b][/color] Kit promised her mother, before looking back down at her phone. [color=7fc19e][b]“If I shove True to do everything then she’ll never become much of a person on her own, you know?”[/b][/color]

[color=a7fc00][b]“I suppose that makes sense. I’m just nervous for her.”[/b][/color] Molly admitted before taking another bite of her apple, [color=a7fc00][b]“What are you reading, anyways?”[/b][/color] 

[color=7fc19e][b]“It’s a web comic. You wouldn’t like it.”[/b][/color] Kit said, casually — though she knew it was true. Kit slipped her phone into the pocket, and decided it was best to intervene. After all, the alternative was the Professor finding out what kind of weird shit her daughter was into… Kit threw open the window and stuck her head out, [color=7fc19e][b]“True! Game face! Let’s go!”[/b][/color]

[color=#ff682f][b]“-AH. O-OKAY!”[/b][/color] The sudden voice of her bestie surprised the hell of her but it did its job. True had stood up from her hiding place and rushing to the boy on the skateboard.. [color=#ff682f][i]I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.[/i][/color] Since she was still kind of blind and hadn’t told her mom about her lost glasses, she underestimated the distance and ran straight into him, falling back on her bottom. Owwwwww. Wyatt was going to remember her as the girl that fell a lot! The fool! She sprawled backwards dramatically, realizing how much of a lost cause she was. 

Shaking her head, she mentally yelled at herself to stop and sat up. With wide eyes, she stared at him.

Wyatt looked over at True, wide eyed and flustered, from his newfound seat on the concrete sidewalk. In a slight state of shock, Wyatt’s eyes locked with hers and for a moment, it seemed like they just might stay there, frozen on the sidewalk in front of the beach, listening to the not so distant crash of waves along the shore. Maybe they would’ve, if he hadn’t heard his skateboard rolling down the street, having been propelled forward by his fall.

Scrambling to his feet, Wyatt sprinted after the runaway board. A couple of long strides brought him close enough to snatch the skateboard of the ground, and in one fluid motion he leaped up and spun around, waving over to True. He pushed a hand through his dark curls and walked back over to the red headed girl on the ground. After a moment of walking with what his father always called complacency, Wyatt realized he’d left his almost-but-not-quite girlfriend sitting on the concrete while he chased after his board. If his sister ever found out she’d never let him live it down. Spurred by a new sense of urgency, he jogged up to her and reached out a hand to pull her up. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Hey,”[/b][/color] he said, a nervous chuckle breaking through his lips once they came face to face.

Don’t freak out! 

How did she imagine kissing him would be like? She imagined it like fairytale. She would be in an everlasting sleep and only true love’s kiss could wake her up! Only Wyatt could wake her up. You see it right? But here she was, her heart beating out of her chest, her mouth agape, and her eyes wide. She had imagined kissing him since she came into Beverly Hills High last semester! Ever since she met him and learned everything about him to the point that he became the Romeo to her Juliet, she wanted to kiss him. She loved him. They’d be under a gazebo saying their ‘I DOs’ and he’d give her a kiss that would bind them together forever. 

Unfortunately, her other hand instinctively reacted from the shock of her reality and it flew to his cheek to make sure this was real. When she heard the ‘clap’ of her hand across his face, she reddenned in embarrassment, [color=#ff682f][b]“S-SORRY! I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D COME.”[/b][/color] He was completely real. Not even crashing into him made him feel real, but this. This did. 

Her hand that had slapped him then rested on his cheek, and she shyly and apologetically rubbed his face, 
[color=#ff682f][b]“...”[/b][/color] 

Wyatt’s hand came up to rest gently on True’s while she nursed the red mark that was quickly spreading across his cheek. Despite the stinging in his face, he laughed at her exasperated apology. He was starting to think that this girl might be completely unhinged, and the strangest thing about it was that it only made him like her more. He wasn’t sure what love was, or how it happened but he could see it when his dads looked at eachother, and he saw it now in True’s eyes as she stared. [color=1ca9c9][b]“If I’m being completely honest, my friend texted you from my phone,”[/b][/color] he said, his words punctuated by a nervous chuckle. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Not that, I didn’t mean what she said. Because I do. Want to kiss you I mean,”[/b][/color] he added with a rush, desperately trying not to ruin this night.  His face burned so hot he was certain her hand would catch fire. How could this girl in front of him be so devoted to [i]him[/i]? 

[color=#ff682f][b]“Oh thank GOD.”[/b][/color] She wasn’t alone with being lost with words! Her skin tingles when he touched her hand and her fear turned into a bright gleam. [color=#ff682f][b]“Kit responded for me too! Because, well…”[/b][/color] Her words went down to a low, low whisper, [color=#ff682f][b][sub]“I didn’t know what to say..”[/sub][/b][/color] She would’ve pretended he never even asked! Because that’s what she’s always done. Played pretend. 

[color=#ff682f][b]“I, uh, want?”[/b][/color] What? She wants? COME ON TRUE. What do they do? Does she tell him let’s go somewhere else to kiss? Do they kiss here?  What does she even say! Kiss me! Is it weird that her hand was still caressing his face? Maybe she should just go for it. 

Oh!

Better idea. 

Pulling her hand back to her skirt, she held the end of it with both of her hands, closed her eyes and gave him permission to kiss her, [color=#ff682f][b]“Okay! I’m ready!”[/b][/color] She puckered her lips and waited. Foolish. True was foolish. 

Wyatt blinked, frozen in place by a voice that was in some ways his father’s, but even more so his own. A voice that had, for so long, plagued him at seemingly every turn. A voice that only ever seemed to cease when his highs were peaking, only to get even louder than before when they began to fade. 

For a moment, he thought the voice might win, that he would run from her, run so far she’d never be able to find him. And then, for what seemed to him to be the first time in his life, he placed one hand on her hip, brought the other to her face in a gentle caress, placed his lips on hers, and ignored the voice.

Truly Bliss didn’t know what to expect for her first kiss. Would it be like the movies where they’re standing in the rain? There wasn’t any rain. Would it be like a monster devouring her whole because of how much he wanted to eat her? No. Wyatt wasn’t THAT aggressive. Actually, he felt… anxious. Scared. This kiss was… real. Like a promise that they’d go the distance together. Hesitant, yet full of hope. There was fear to hold tight and that same fear refused to let go. 

Soundlessly, she opened her eyes to look at him with tenderness. A gaze that assured him she would stick around for as long as he’d let her. A stare that begged him to not let go. Begged him to stay. Begged him to communicate with her when she did anything wrong that could risk him wanting to leave her. She wanted to make him happy. To her, their lips were like two puzzle pieces, connecting and fitting just right. The kiss wasn’t perfect, actually it was a little wet and sloppy, but that’s part of why she wanted more. Pushing herself up with her tiptoes, she fervently pressed her lips deeper into his and held his head with delicate care. 

She loved him.