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You're saying I'm the one but it's your actions that speak louder. You're giving me love-🎶
FUCK.
"Hello?" I ask into my phone.
"Hey it's Wyatt. Is this Y/n?" The guy on the other side of the call.
"Yeah? Should I know who you are?"
I hear silence over the phone for a second.
"The guy from the gas station." He says.
"OH." I say. "Are you off of work?"
"Yeah I just got off." He says.
"Okay." I smile.
"I was just calling to ask you for your address. So I can pick you up." He says.
"Oh right! Okay. You want me to text it to you?"
"That's probably best." He chuckles.
Hot. Hot ass laugh. Lord.
"Okay. I'll send it now."
I send him my address and hear him whisper.
"Beautiful."
HELLO? HOT??
"Yeah just give me a minute. I'm still in what I was wearing earlier." I tell him.
"Of course you are." He laughs.
I laugh.
"I'll be outside."
"Okay!" I smile and hang up.
WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO WEAR? FUCK MAN. You know what? Fuck it. Tank top and a skirt. Oh my fucking god.
I change and do my make up and hair.
That took an hour. Fuck. Fuck fuck.
I hurry to put my shoes on and grab my bag and my phone and run outside.
I see his car parked in my driveway. I run over.
"Hey! Hi. I'm so sorry." I say as I get in the car.
He doesn't say anything to me but stares at my body and my face.
"Are you angry?" I ask, frowning.
"You look gorgeous." He smiles.
OH MY GOD. I just saw hearts.
I smile. "Thank god, you're not angry."
"You're worth it." I laughs and starts his car.
I'm in love with this man.
I smile and pull out my phone to put it on silent.
Then I remember the tattoo on his arm.
"You're in the Santos?" I ask him, still looking at my phone. I can see him tense up.
"Uh- Yeah. Is that alright?"
"Well you got the tattoo so I guess I can't do anything about it. You'd probably get like killed if you did leave, huh?" I ask, looking at him.
He looks at me and chuckles.
"I'll probably get killed by Spooky if he finds out that I'm going on a date with you." He smiles.
"Oscar doesn't need to know." I shrug.
We get to the bar and walk in. He starts heading to a table and I go for the bar.
"Oh." I laugh and walk over to the table he's at.
"You came to drink, huh?" He asks.
I laugh. "Perhaps."
We laugh.
HIS LAUGH IS SO HOT.
The waiter comes over and asks for our drink orders.
"I'll have a glass of bourbon." I say.
He looks at me and says. "Me too."
"Are you guys ready to order your food? Or do you need a minute?" The waiter asks us.
"We'll need a minute. Thanks." He says before I can speak up.
I frown.
The waiter smiles at us and walks away.
"How long have you been in the Santos?" I ask him.
"About 4 years. Spooky was like a little brother to me and we were super close."
"Is this a revenge date? Did he do something to you?" I laugh.
"No." He laughs "When I see a gorgeous girl I just have to ask her out."
"Hm. So how many girls have you gone on dates with?" I ask him.
He looks at me. "I said that wrong."
I laugh.
"I'm just fucking with you." I say.
"You really like to fuck me hu-" He stops speaking, realizing what he said.
I burst out laughing.
"Fuck man." I laugh, holding my ribs.
"Do your ribs hurt?" He asks me.
"When I laugh, yeah. So stop making me laugh damn it." I smile at him.
"Oh, so sorry." He laughs.
The waiter brings out our drinks and I drink mine down.
Oops.
He stares at me.
"Sorry." I say.
He laughs.
The fuck is so funny?
"You can drink." He raises his eyebrows and smiles.
I shrug. "I drink for fun when I'm bored. Built up a tolerance." I say sarcastically and smile.
"Do you want to get out of here? I know a place." He smiles at me.
"Sure." I shrug.
Yuh. Let's go. Hot stranger that I met at a gas station 6 hours ago taking me to 'a place'.
He puts money under our glasses and we walk out.
We get in his car and drive to the edge of town.
"Where are we?" I ask nervously, trying to mask it with a laugh.
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you." He chuckles.
"Mhm. Okay." I say.
"I'm not!"
"Let's go." He says.
I get out of the car and walk around it to his side. I finally take into account about our height difference.
"How tall are you?" I ask.
"6'5"
LORD.
I look at his face. He looks at mine.
Don't.
I see his eyes flicker to my lips.
Please don't.
"Let's go." He smiles and grabs my hand.
"Where?"
"Up." He shrugs.
"Yeah I don't think hiking in heels is exactly the best decision." I tell him, stopping.
"Get on my back then." He shrugs.
"I'll just take them off." I say, letting go of his hand and bending over.
He turns away.
Oh. Fuck yeah dude.
I take off my shoes.
"You got any extra shoes in your car?"
"Um. Maybe. My sister leaves her stuff in my car all the time. Let me see. Don't walk anywhere. You'll rip your socks." He smiles and walks back to his car.
"I love you." I say under my breath.
"What?"
"Hm?"
(Danny's pov)
"Where your sister at? I haven't seen her bright pink ass car drive by all day." Oscar says to me.
"She's on a date I guess." I shrug.
Oscar suddenly crushes his beer can with his hand.
"Um. Okay." I say. "What?"
"With who?" He asks me.
Our conversation caught the attention of the gang members around us.
"Yeah. With who man?" One asks.
"Our little Y/n?" Another says.
"Yeah. She says he looks like a young Channing Tatum with a hooked nose." I shrug. "And please don't call her that." I turn to the one that said that.
He shrugs.
"She's on a date with Wyatt?" Oscar asks, seemingly seething.
"Sure." I shrug.
"What the fuck?"
Yikes.
"What's so bad about Wyatt?" I ask.
"She's mine." Oscar tells me.
"My sister? My sister is yours? You know she said she's going back to college after christmas right? There's no way you guys could ever date dude." I laugh.
"She's probably just going to sleep with him and never talk to him again." I shrug.
Oscar looks at me like I've committed a crime.
"Um." I say.
"Your sister do that a lot? Fuck guys and then ghost them?" He asks me.
"Sometimes." I shrug.
"Why do you know this?" Someone asks, chuckling.
"She's my sister. She trusts me. And she doesn't have any friends so who else is she going to talk to?" I laugh.
(Y/n pov)
ACHOO. I sneeze. ACHOO ACHOO.
"FUCK. Now who the hell is talking about me?" I whisper.
Wyatt laughs and walks up to me. "First of all. Bless you."
"Thanks." I smile.
"And secondly, my sister did leave some shoes. They're perfect for hiking too." He hands me a pair of shoes.
"She won't mind me wearing them?" I ask.
"Oh probably not. If she has a problem she can come out of her grave and talk to me about it." He chuckles.
I freeze in the middle of putting the second shoe on and look up at him. "What?"
"I'm just fucking with you." He laughs.
"Jesus dude. Never again." I laugh, subconsciously putting a hand on my ribs
He puts his hands over mine.
"I'm sorry that happened to you." He tells me.
I furrow my eyebrows and look at his face.
"I'm okay." I smile.
"You sure?." He smiles back at me.
"Yeah."
"Okay let's go." He chuckles and grabs my hand again.
He's got big hands. They're clammy though. Which makes this a little less enjoyable.
I roll my eyes.
We walk, what felt like a 10k, up a hill thats high. I mean like really high up. You could probably see the whole of Freeridge up here.
"Beautiful." I whisper, looking at all of the city lights.
"Yeah." He says. I turn to look at him.
Please be looking at me. Please be looking at me. This would be so romantic. PLEASE.
He smiles as he stares into my eyes.
"Wyatt." I smile.
"Y/n." He smiles.
"How did you find this place?" I ask him.
"My parents were absent in my childhood."
"Explains a lot." I shrug.
He laughs. "I bet." He lets go of my hand and walks to a pile of dirt. He reaches behind it and grabs..
A gun?
He grabs a blanket and a basket.
"Oh so you were planning on taking me to some place out in the desert?" I ask him.
"Perhaps." He shrugs.
He lays out the blanket and sits down on it. I sit next to him.
"You know. If you think all thats pretty. Just look up." He tells me.
I smile at him and put a confused look on my face. Then I look up.
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