First Dates

two: call of duty

            Alana (a name which Wyatt is already having a hard time remembering) nods her head. "Sorry," Wyatt apologises, knowing how bad it must look, rushing off already. It doesn't stop him from crossing the cul-de-sac quickly and banging on Connie's front door.

            The girl herself answers, but that isn't what has him gulping and tongue tied. He knew from their encounter already that Connie Hart is a pretty girl, but catching her just fresh out of a shower, hair wet and curly, dripping onto her bare shoulders, wrapped up in a towel, toes peeking out at him in her flip flops, painted a bright red, he can't help but notice that as cliché as it may seem, she honestly is prettier without makeup.

            It's irrelevant whether he likes her or not, because he's a guy, and as a single guy, he is openly allowed to appreciate.

            "Wyatt," she smirks, "shouldn't you be on a date right now?"

            His eyes narrow, "I didn't think you'd send her to my house, Connie! I didn't even know we were still going ahead with this."

            "Well of course we are, I gave you a week to get yourself ready, didn't you know? You better get back, Alana isn't a patience gal."

            Knowing that he can't exactly get out of the date now, with the girl sitting in his house, waiting for him, he gives Connie one final dirty look before turning around and heading back for his house.

            "Hey, sexy!" Wyatt doesn't have to turn around to know it's Connie, as by the time he reaches his own front door, she's cackling away at hers.

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            Wyatt has never been on a date before, so sitting opposite Alana in a burger joint is very surreal. He doesn't know what the right thing to say is, whether he should genuinely pick up the bill, or if Alana is one of those girls, who will demand to pay because not doing so goes against her rights as a female.

            Even if the majority of his time is spent wasting away in that bedroom of his, he would like to think he knows a little something about females. And by little, he means next to non-existent.

            They order quickly, and Wyatt is disappointed when Alana orders a salad. "Do you not eat a lot then?" He asks, tipping a little salt from the shaker onto the dark wood table. He rolls the bottle of the shaker in the grains, spreading them amongst the surface.

            She shakes her head, flipping her brown hair behind her shoulder. The vest top does nothing for her figure, but hangs off of her loosely. Although Wyatt is content with a stick like girl, he'd rather them not look like they were still approaching puberty. But appearances aside, Alana is overall a . . . boring girl.

            "No, I joined a slimming programme a couple weeks back." Wyatt raises his eyebrows, not understanding what she has to slim and lose.

            "Oh," he says, "I don't think I could ever do that," Wyatt admits, "I love food too much." His poor attempt of humour is taken by Alana, who smiles back. Conversation hits a lull, and Wyatt looks around the restaurant, hoping for something to happen which will save him.

            "So um, tell me something about yourself," Wyatt purposefully doesn't say her name, knowing that the chances are very high that he will say the wrong thing.

            "Well, I recently left Grad School, and I've got a degree in nursing. I was doing online dating for a year or two, and I met this great guy, and he turned out to be legit, so we dated for seven months, but we recently broke things off. So I'm back on the horse, hoping that someone will replace the whole that Eric has left in my heart."

            She talks throughout the whole meal about Eric, who she had considered her soul mate, until he came home one night, demanded a blow job, and everything got called off from there. "He didn't like, like sex, actually. It was just ass stuff." Wyatt almost feels compelled to break her bubble, announcing that this Eric sounds like he bats for the other side, but he doesn't want to be mean about it.

            That is, until Wyatt orders dessert, and Alana's whole demeanour changes. "Oh, Eric likes cake too."

            Wyatt raises his eyebrows, "Really?" Even if he knows next to nothing about dating, he knows that exes and past sexual encounters are definitely a big fat no-no. He just wishes that someone had given Alana that memo too.

            "Yeah," her lips purse. "Chocolate cake with ice cream." Her eyes dip to the plate now sitting in front of Wyatt. "Like that one there."

            "I don't really go on dates or anything, and I seriously don't wanna be a douche, but could you stop talking about your ex? You say that you're here to move on and everything, but all you've done is sit and think about your past."

            She huffs affronted, picking up her bag. "Sorry," she mocks. "Mister I'm too nice to talk to a pretty girl who may I say, is way out of your league. Have a nice life!"

            Wyatt rolls his eyes, watching her leave the restaurant. Wyatt is also aware that he is her ride, so decides that she quite obviously is just that angry, she's going to walk.

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            Connie's grin is almost cynical when Wyatt returns home. She's standing on the path leading to his front door. He also feels somewhat disappointed that she isn't in a towel, which is a thought that he doesn't want to have any links back to someone like Connie. 1. She has a boyfriend. 2. She's crazy. 3. She's crazy.

            "How was your date?" She coos, her voice taking a singing tone to it almost.

            "You knew that it was going to be like that." Wyatt accuses her, "You must have."

            "Of course I did," Connie rolls her eyes. "I know everyone I'm setting you up with. I thought that I'd get the crazy ones out of the way first."

            "Let me guess," he drawls, "all of them are crazy."

            She smiles, "Of course."

            Wyatt rolls his eyes, "You're nuts," he promises her. "Fucking nuts, Connie."

            She doesn't say anything, so Wyatt unlocks his front door, and turns to her over his shoulder. "You know what handsome? Rest up, I think you'll like the one I've got ready for you tomorrow." Connie winks, laughing to herself. Wyatt gives her a dark look, slamming the door closed behind him.

[a/n]: i just kinda hate this, idk. it's just awkward, and the date scene was so bad.