(Y/n) = your name.
It was about two o'clock in the afternoon on a hot summer day in July, 2017. In the middle of filming the remake of the book and movie "IT" originally created by the famous Stephen king.
I was the only girl in the full group of boys, since I played the only female character in the "losers" club. Our director arranged for us to stay close to set, there for renting a small cottage near Atlanta, Georgia.
It looked bigger than it did on the outside, cozy but comfy. Fortunately, I got a room to myself, the rest of the boys where paired together in two's. Wyatt & Jaeden, Finn & Jack, Jeremy & Chosen, then me. On the far of the hallway. It looked like a home you'd find in 1990, in better words.
"Yes, but not literally." Wyatt raised an eyebrow, looking at me with those chocolate eyes. They seemed to look like the planet mars when they where in the sun's light.
I ignored his obliviousness to the sarcasm I'd just spoken moments ago, and fiddled with a small key in the bronze door handle before opening it.
I took a deep breathe and practically sunk into the couch cushions. "Long day." Where the only words I could muster as I let my worn out body rest with my eyes shut, rubbing my temple.
"Feeling alright?" He then appeared beside me, grasping my forearm, setting his phone on the coffee table that sat in front of the long grey-leather sofa.
"Of course, when will the rest be back?" I opened by tired eyes to look at him now sitting beside me. Taking his phone, he flipped it over and looked at the time. 2:37 pm, it read.
"About an hour or so." His eyes retracted back to me. I sighed. "What'ya wanna do?" Wyatt smiled, using a weird accent. "Truth or dare?" A grin spread across my face as I shifted my position to face him.
He groaned loudly. "Ugh, fine. You first since you suggested it." He insisted, looking away once more.
"You know the drill- truth or dare Wyatt?" I playfully hit his shoulder. His eyes darted around the room and shrugged. "Dare. I'm gonna regret this aren't I?" Pain in his tone.
"Hm, haven't thought of anything." I paused for a moment to think, then it came to me.
"I dare you to kiss your crush! When you see them next time." Saying this broke me, I loved him and I knew he didn't love me back. I shouldn't have done that. This is going to hurt so much. My thoughts rambled which changed my expression to a depressed look.
His eyes met mine again and he looked concerned. "Hey, are you okay?" His hand brushed mine. I immediately plastered on a smile. "Yes, i just forgot something." I lied.
"Now back to the dare, what if those circumstances don't apply?" He questioned intently. "What? Don't apply?" I tilted my head a little, sort of like a confused puppy.
"I don't have to wait to see them again." His gaze dropped. "Wait-what?" I was quite confused he didn't mean me, he couldn't.
"Because I'm looking at her." He finished, dragging his eyes back to mine. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing would come out.
Wyatt moved slowly, moving his stance on the couch and loomed over me slightly, he was taller because I was considered short. His hand trailed unexpectedly and held mine calmly. Only an inch. An inch where we apart.
"If you don't want me to..." his soft breath fanned my face.
I nodded my head as calmly as possible.
I caught a small glimpse of his sparkling gaze for a silent moment before his lips pressed against mine. I felt like I was about to vomit or explode. The tickling in my stomach was too strong, making my heart beat furiously with euphoria. I loved this new foreign feeling, I never wanted it to stop.
It lasted only a few seconds, because he pulled apart out of paranoia. I could only stare. This boy was amazing. I loved him and he'd just kissed me. My thoughts triggered a blush, which he picked up immediately.
"You didn't hate it?" A happy but surprised whisper filled the room. I couldn't speak, still in shock. Wyatt Oleff has a crush on me.
I led his hand that still held mine to the left side of my beating chest. His palm spread evenly against my throbbing heart. "You're doing that." I replied softly.
He laughed quietly, smiling wide. "You love me..." Wyatt's smile was now brighter than my future. I nodded wildly, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him back to me. "I love you Wyatt."
I broke the connection for a single second before engulfing him in another kiss. My hands found their way to his hair, tangling in the messy gold curls.
"Words only get in the way." He mumbled against me, moving his grip to my thigh, laying me on the couch, my back resting against the solid fabric. I let him between my legs and he cupped my face, beginning to use tongue. Wyatt tasted like sunshine, my face heated to a burning temperature, I could feel every bone in my body light up, as I hoped he'd felt the same fireworks as I had.
He suddenly stopped and leaned over me like a bridge. Wyatt smiled at me intently, I could practically see his affection. "You're amazing,"
I then leaned up and kissed him passionately, not intensely like the mood that held it before, but it was filled with love. "I love you. (Y/n), would you go out with me?" Wyatt's voice was so reassuring, and shy.
It took me a long pause to answer him. "Yes- yes of course! I just can't believe this is happening. I've had the biggest thing for you for a year and now I'm kissing you." He laughed before smashing his lips to mine, letting me sit up. I gripped his sweater and returned the favour.
We stopped after five minutes of making out, as I pecked his soft, strawberry flavoured lips once more. I stood up, walking over to the large mirror that hung on the wall, fixing my appearance. "I'm so cold, how many degrees is it in here?" I shivered, brushing off my shirt.
"Here, take this." Wyatt walked towards me and took off his grey hoodie with a small logo on it that said 'blazers'. This was his favourite sweater. "Not your favourite one." I stepped back with my hands in front of me. "Don't worry about it. Wear it whenever I really don't mind." He insisted and smiled warmly, helping me put it over my head.
"When are we gonna tell the others?" I glanced at the door. "When they ask about it." Wyatt simply said, before taking my hand and leading me to the door, making something shift in my mind.
"Tod won't be back until supper." Wyatt told me. Tod was the person who was taking care of us. You thought we where staying here alone? We'd never last a day! The house would be a mess and all the food would be gone.
"What's this?" Jaeden pointed to us walking into the living room. "She's wearing your favourite hoodie? Who are you?" Jack gave Wyatt the evil eye. "Chill, the air conditioning in the den is going crazy and we where watching a movie, she got so cold she was shivering and her sweaters are in the wash."
"We'll let you off for that one." Jaeden glanced at us as we leaned on the back of the couch they where sitting at. "On a different note, 'baby driver' just came out, wanna watch it? Or are you two tired of movies?" Finn offered.
"Oh my gosh I haven't seen that yet! Yes please!" I ran over and hopped on the love seat. "It's so good!" Wyatt plopped down next to me, close enough our legs where squished together side by side.
// that was lowkey terrible, I wrote this like six months ago. 💀
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