malibu || a wyatt oleff story

preface

a/n
this is a story about you and your childhood best friend, wyatt oleff. enjoy, and don't forget the sunscreen, since you're off to malibu, after all.
note; y/n means your name, y/l/n means your last name. if there's anything else formatted like that and you don't understand it, please don't hesitate to ask me what it means :) xx

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beep! beep!

you groggily open your eyes, wondering for a moment what that horrid noise is, before realizing it's your alarm clock.

why did i set an alarm? it's summer for goodness sakes! you think to yourself. then you remember that today's the day. today's the day you're meeting up with your childhood best friend in malibu, california. you're excited to see him, not just because he's your best friend, but because you haven't seen each other in three years!

you make an attempt to quickly get out of bed, though it ends up failing and you fall face first onto the ground. ouch. not a very good way to start your morning. you reach a hand up to your nightstand and desperately feel around for your alarm clock, smacking the 'off' button once you've found it.

after a few attempts, you manage to push yourself off of the floor. then, stumbling around your room blindly for a minute or so, you finally find your silver aviator glasses, which no, are not just a fashion statement, on the other side of your bedroom on your white dresser. you thankfully slide them onto the bridge of your nose, finally able to see the world around you clearly.

you then walk back to your nightstand and pick up your phone that's been charging overnight. you have 4 new text messages from wyatt.

wyatt (5:42am): are you awake?
wyatt (5:49am): hello???
wyatt (6:11am): HEY!!!
wyatt (6:24am): for your sake i hope you're up, your flight leaves at 8am!!

oh, crap! you think to yourself as you check the time. it's 6:26, meaning your flight leaves in an hour and a half! you start to panic, then remember you packed your suitcase last night, so you grab some random clothes you find in your closet and throw them on. your outfit of the day happens to be a pair of white jean shorts paired with a ballerina pink crop top and your white converse. you brush your hair for a minute or so, until it's nice and silky, then you move on to brushing your teeth.

once you've gotten all ready and gone to the bathroom, you take one more nervous glance around the room. this is it, you think to yourself, no turning back once i leave this room. you glance at the time on your phone and your heart skips a beat. it's 6:44am! you have to run to the airport (which luckily is a few blocks away from your apartment you share with your parents). you'd said your goodbyes to your parents last night since they both have work early in the morning every day, and you're an only child so you don't have another sibling to worry about.

you grab your suitcase and make a run for the airport, praying there isn't a long security line so you'll be able to make your flight.

a few minutes later you're at the airport, thighs burning, hair sticking to your face, and completely out of breath. there wasn't a long security line at all - thank goodness - and you manage to get through it so quickly that you have time to grab a french vanilla coffee from starbucks, your favorite.

you sit down in the waiting area for your flight at gate 11 and quietly sip your coffee while scrolling through your instagram feed on your phone. suddenly, you hear a ding! and you realize you forgot to text wyatt back when you first got up.