falling down - wyatt oleff

chapter 04

WET FALL.

04 — Florence

  I love rainy days over any other kind of day. Rain is just so mesmerizing that I'll watch it run down a window any day, hours upon hours until it stops. The sound of it pounding on the roof or glass is a literal blessing to me. I can watch it anywhere like in my room while the busy cars and luminous streetlights fill the background. It's my world, it means so much to me.

Mom decided on pizza tonight, so she ordered five minutes ago and asked me if I could go out and pick it up. She said it's right down the street, so I agreed and slipped into a pair of shorts and a plain t — shirt. Topping it off with a light jacket and grey sneakers, mom handed me an umbrella and money because it was pouring outside and plus, I've got to pay for the pizza. A large cheese pizza sounds delicious right now, but Grandpa decided against it because he stated that he doesn't like pizza since the gooey cheese makes his throat feel slimey.

I shoved the ten dollar bill and my phone in my back pocket and tied my sneakers. Hollaring goodbye to mom and pa, I left the small home of ours and and walked down the empty hallway to the elevators on the other end. When the doors opened, I slid in and went to the first floor.

To break the silence, my phone began ringing and I stole my phone from my pocket. Elora was trying to facetime me, so I accepted the call and her dark — skinned face popped onto the screen.

"Hey Loren!"

"Ew, it's Elora."

She giggled as I walked through the double doors of the lobby and out of the massive building. I opened the black umbrella and stepped onto the sidewalk with watery puddles filling up every inch.

[Giggles]
"Are you outside while it's raining?"

"Yep. It's really nice though, and I'm going to pick up a pizza for my mom and me."

[Gasp and long groan]
"Oh my goooooooood, I want pizza so bad. Why did you have to tell me this? I literally just had a tub of ice cream and now you have to mention pizza? Jesus, are you trying to get me fat?"

I rolled my eyes and stopped at the streetlight to wait for my turn to walk.

[Mocking]
"'Are you trying to get me fat?' Shut the fuck up, Elora. You're annoying but I love you."

"Of course you love me, thot."

My eyes grazed over the pizza place down the street and my mouth watered at the sight of it. Only a minute or two until I would finally reach the beautiful view.

"How's Michigan without me?"

[Sigh]
"Boring. Your ass doesn't give me company anymore unless you facetime me, so now I'm in my room half of the time thanks to you. My moms getting pissed at me for staying in my room now."

[Scoff]
"Tell her to fuck off, that'll help."

[Dramatic gasp]
"Whaaaat? Wow, you're useless and a dumbass."

I rolled my eyes for the fifth time and approach the glass door. I push it open and the amazing smell of pizza clogs my nose. The quiet, but bubbly chatter fills the room and Elora got louder and annoying each second.

"I want pizza so bad. Is it possible to give pizza through a phone? If so, I'm totally up for it."

"Shut up."

I sat at an empty table in the fat right corner with people all around me. My eyes stared down at Elora's face and back up at the crowd, observing each person that was laughing or muttering to the other across from them. Out of no where, my eye points out a familiar face and my face lights up from shock.

"Wow, I can count the amount of freckles on your face —"

"— Wait, I know who that is — oh my god, I think that's one of them."

[Gasp]
"Who? Show me!"

I switched the camera and showed her the familiar boy in the distance, sitting with another boy across from him. Elora started gasping and literally screaming like she put her microphone in the back of her throat.

[Screaming]
"Oh my god! It's Wyatt! Oh my god, you've got to go and meet him! Fuck, go Loren!"

  I furrowed my eyebrows and stared at her surprised face on the screen, turning down the volume.

"Shut the fuck up, you're literally so loud. No wonder why your mom hates you."

"Shut up, but seriously, go and say hi!"

"No, why would I?"

"Oh come on, you literally said you —"

  With a tap, I ended the call and her annoying voice died off as I shoved my phone in my pocket. I stood up from the blue round table and whipped past a girl to go to the counter. I folded my arms across the tabletop and waited for an employee to come. A yellow 'wet floor' sign stood upright beside me and I edged away from it to not slip and fall. Instantly, a young lady walked over and the name tag with 'Gabriella' shined across her chest.

  "Pickup?" She asks and puts her palm face down on the blue counter that matches with the tables.

  "A pizza for Laura. It was called in twenty minutes ago."

  She nodded and turned around, shuffling through receipts on pizza boxes to search for our pizza. Her hands cuffed around the specific box and placed it onto the counter, adding, "That'll be six — thirty."

  I handed her the ten and she followed by returning the extra change. When I pushed it all in my pocket, I shoved the umbrella under my arm and held the pizza box in both hands. Except this time, my hands weren't exactly onto the box.

  My feet slipped right under me and I landed with a thud on my butt with my tailbone hurting like actually hell(if there's a chance you could feel it, I did). A wet, painful sensation ran through my spine and it felt like my ass just cracked a thousand bones. Wait — where did the pizza go?

  My eyes scanned through the pain and the box was — in my delight — in someone's hands and those were Wyatt's. He was staring down at me and I raised my eyebrows.

  "Are you okay?" He asks as I try to stand up, but miserably fail while many people were giving us creepy stares. They turned away and continued to chat as the boy decided to deal with me.

  "No, my ass is holding me down," I replied truthfully and tried to stand again, and this time I could. I pushed away the pain and fixed my posture by making myself stand straight and not embarrass myself again in front of several people.

  A laugh fills the air around us and my brown eyes shot up to him. His chocolate, curly brown hair represented the best out of him and the sincere smile lit up his face. In his hand was the one and only pizza box. Rolling my eyes, I snatch the box out of his hands and pick up the umbrella that was on the floor.

  "Thanks for catching my pizza," I comment and dust off my other hand on my jacket. "You're a lifesaver."

  "You're welcome," he replies and cheekily grins. "Sorry for laughing, though. I would've made a pizza joke by now, but I kinda realize it would've made the situation quite cheesy."

  I lowered my eyes at him. "Jesus, people like you are the reason why I want to die. I've got to go though, so thanks again."

  He laughs again and says, "No problem, anything for a pretty girl like you." I rolled my eyes and walked towards the front door. "I'm Wyatt, just so you know!"

  "Okay, see you later, 'Wyatt just so you know!'"