First Dates

four: left for dead

His face wrinkles, "You should have spent more time doing that then. You've got odd socks on and you dress like shit." Coming from Adam, who is wearing a yellow top with a smiley face on, and beach shorts, Wyatt doesn't take any fashion advice from his 'Bro'.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Wyatt asks him, skipping out on preparing food after his Mom was in here cutting her toenails. He opens the fridge, and remnants of Tiffany's smoothie are on the top shelf.

"I wanna know how your date went yesterday."

Wyatt, already prepared to vaguely tell Adam that they went on a picnic and then he dropped her off and came straight home, closes the fridge and moves to stand opposite Adam around the island. Adam sets down his sandwich, and wiggles eyebrows at Wyatt suggestively.

Any response is cut short when the front door opens and closes with a slam. "Mom! Dad! Loser!" Tiffany shouts, walking down the short hallway and stopping at the doorway of the kitchen. She takes in Adam and Wyatt in the kitchen and her face falls, "Oh."

The last time Tiffany and Adam were around each other, it ended very badly, and Wyatt is certain that this isn't going to be any better. "Those clothes you bought for Mom are disgusting." Wyatt tells her immediately, remembering the crop top and short shorts that she's been wearing.

Tiffany rolls her eyes, "Mom looks totally nice in the new clothes. You wouldn't know how decent girls dress, Loser."

Adam laughs, and Tiffany gives him a dark look. "Tiffany," Adam says suddenly, "I was wondering if you could--"

"If I could what? Give you a handy? I'm so fucking fed up of you thinking that you're so funny with your sexual comments. You're so lucky I haven't told my Dad about how you keep trying to come onto me. You're such a sad desperate virgin, that you're looking for it from minors, and it's so pathetic! Fuck you, Alex--"

"It's not Alex," he mumbles nervously, struggling to meet anyone's eyes.

Tiffany rolls her eyes, "I don't care what your name is, actually. Alex, Andrew, Adam, who gives a fuck?" By the time she's finished, Tiffany is readily shouting and the dumb Hill girl accent has dropped.

Wyatt purses his lips, ready to tell Tiffany to back off when Adam finally says something for himself. "It's Adam. My names Adam. And I was just gonna say my Mom told me she saw you at the mall yesterday. I'll um, I'll call you Wyatt."

Wyatt rolls his eyes at Tiffany once Adam has left the house. Tiffany shrugs her shoulders, picks up the sandwich left on the counter and goes upstairs.

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Connie is dressed when Wyatt knocks on her door in the afternoon the same day, ready to hear about what his date had to say about the shit storm which happened yesterday. She smiles cheekily at the sight of him standing on her doorstep.

"You're early." She tells him, guiding him into the living room. A boy is sitting on the sofa, engrossed in WWE. Connie steps over his outstretched legs, falling back onto the sofa next to him. Wyatt sits down slowly on the single seater chair, back pin straight and keeping his eyes swivelling between the door and Connie at all times.

Wyatt never spent anytime building expectations of the inside of Connie Hart's house, but he isn't disappointed, thinking the decoration suits the family perfectly. The whole living room is white, other than a feature wall behind the sofa which looks like scrunched up satin. The chairs themselves are a dark grey material, offering some of the only colour in the room other than the dark wood flooring.

Connie wastes no time in taking out a yellow piece of card, and grinning. Her brother pulls a face at her, then looks at Wyatt and raises an eyebrow. "Are you cheating on Jared or something?" He asks Connie.