" but no matter what, I knew
i'd always remember those
dimples when he smiled "
or
in which two people
learn to love, even
when it hurts
the most
dimples !
wyatt oleff x female oc
( irl )
rewriting ! please read , worked very hard on it :)
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Our feet fell in perfect unison as we walked, our arms locked. I sneak glances at him again, when I know he isn't looking. His hair falls in cascades of curls, down to he middle of his neck. His hazel eyes are deep and surrounded by tiny little freckles, gifts from the sun. As if he feels my gaze, he grins, a shadow of his dimple appearing in his cheek. It makes me smile. "Tell me more about yourself". His voice cuts into my thoughts. He quickly glances at me, judging my reaction. "Hmm...well, my name is Layla, as you know. I'm seventeen. I love to compose and sing music...", I reply, "and...well, I'm not that interesting". "Well I disagree entirely, my love, I find you fascinating". I feel butterflies at his comment and my cheeks turn about fifteen different shades of red. I look down before looking back up into his eyes as I take a deep breath to compose myself. "Your turn" I say in response. "I'm Wyatt, as Missy told you. I'm eighteen, and I act", he chuckles, "Surprise, surprise an actor in California. I also love music. I've played the piano for years". I let his statements sink in before I respond. "Nice. Have you had your big break yet"? He fidgets a bit at that. "Uh, no, not yet" he states bluntly, his voice soft. I nod. "Well, I'm sure you'll get something soon" I comfort him, with a slight squeeze of my arm in his and a smile. He returns the gesture. We continue to talk, as the sky darkens a bit, a breeze picking up. Wyatt looks up at the sky in question. "Think it might rain" he states. I stare up at the gathering clouds. "What else can you tell me about yourself?" My voice breaks him from his gaze. Wyatt leads me down the sidewalk, telling me more about himself. Before I know it, the sky opens up and pours, very unlike what I've been told California weather truly is. I gasp in shock as we are both instantly soaked through. Wyatt gently pulls me into the nearest shop, a bookstore. I blink to adjust to the sudden change in lighting, shivering at the cool air against my wet skin. I rub my arms as I take a look around. My eyes widen in excitement at a certain book. "Look!", I tug Wyatt over, "my Aunt wrote this"! I point at the cookbook with a smile, and he picks it up. "That's really cool" he grins, that dimple appearing again. I like when he smiles with his teeth. I open my mouth to tell him more about my Aunt when I'm interrupted. "Ohmigod"! a voice breaks through our conversation. "It's Wyatt Oleff"! I look up at Wyatt in confusion. He looks surprised, but also a little scared. Who was that? "Hey Layla, lets go ou-" . But before he can finish, a girl is shoving herself right into our conversation. "Is this your girlfriend"? she asks obnoxiously. "No, excuse me but we have to go" Wyatt says politely as he can, dragging me away. "But wait! Can I get an autograph! Or a photo"? The girl doesn't continue following us as we bolt out the door and into the rain. "Wyatt stop"! I exclaim as the water soaks us, my teeth chattering. He doesn't listen, but instead tugs harder on my arm and pulls us into the shop next store. Once inside, I rip my arm from his. "What the hell"? I manage to say through my shuddering teeth. "I-" he looks at me sheepishly. "Wyatt" I question, my voice dangerously low. He runs a hand through his wet curls and sighs, turning to face me. "I wasn't honest earlier. I just...I found you so...intriguing. I had to know you. I thought you would act differently if you knew" I swallow as a lump grows in my throat. I know exactly what he was hiding.I should have known. He did look familiar. "Wait, so you what? You lied? Because you thought it was better?" My voice cracks. I can feel tears brimming. Why am I so upset, it's not like I'll ever see him again. I don't even know him. "I-I didn't...I mean" he stutters, his face softening in pity at my hurt state. "No-just...I don't know why I'm so upset. It's not like we're friends" I say, a tear falling, mixing with the rain water on my cheeks. I slowly back away towards the door to the shop. I want to get as far away as I can. "Layla, no, don't-" he tries, but I interrupt him. "Don't bother. Just forget it" I choke out, before turning away. "I have to go". The last thing I see before I walk back outside is his face. It's broken. Almost like my heart.
12/4/19 authors note | yo i meet wyatt again in july!
