❝ 𝘏𝘌 IS MOST DEFINITELY NOT 𝘔𝘠
ROMEO, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. ❞
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༊*·˚ 🎭 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰
in which wyatt buckley finally gets
cast as the leading lady, but isn't
too pleased with her on-stage lover.
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𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟕
𝑾𝒀𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑩𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑳𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵. Especially when it comes to entitled teenagers. But as she sat at Rudy's birthday dinner, all she could do was tap her foot incessantly and think about how Theodore Nott was going to show up later and she was probably going to ruin her best friend's night and there was nothing she could do about it.
The only reprise to his looming arrival was the delicious meal she was treated to by Rudy's parents. Opting for the steak and chips, even with her imploding stomach, Wyatt had never felt so whole. She left the restaurant, her best friends' arms looped in hers, on a post-food high ready as ever to do her favourite thing in the world ─ a pub quiz.
Her brief encounter with euphoria however was shot down rather quickly when they arrived at The Three Broomsticks to see that Theodore Nott had saved them a couple of booths just in time for the pub to get busy with eager quiz nerds.
Wyatt quietly observed as Rudy praised Theodore for his quick thinking, gushing with gratitude that he had made an appearance and she silently plotted how she was going to play this. Offer to be on his team and be forced to communicate with him to better their chances? Or compete against him and making her victory that much more delicious?
Wyatt, a little more optimistic about this experience than before, removed her coat and scarf and joined the discussion over teams with a small smirk on her face.
She deliberately sat next to Theo and as Rudy took hold of the conversation, Wyatt decided to make conversation. "How was practice?" She asked.
Theo was momentarily stunned that these words had come out of her mouth but maybe it was just the first match of the season looming near and it had made her curious since she knew he would be playing.
"Good, thanks," he replied sitting back in his seat. "We tried some new drills and I'm feeling really optimistic ab─"
His answer was already far too long considering she was hoping this would be their only interaction of the night and a short one at that. "Oh, I was just being polite, I don't actually give a shit." Psyching out her competition was Wyatt's favourite pastime.
