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wyatt stood on the front step outside of everlene's door, waiting patiently with his book work in hand.
without even realising it he had dressed up a little nicer than usual, he sported some khakis and a white button down shirt, his favorite grey jacket was thrown over top and his nicest sneakers graced his feet.
he wasn't sure why he dressed nicely or why he was so nervous, it was only everlene.
he leaned foreword pressed the white doorbell once with his pointer finger, leaning back on the balls of his feet, listening to the quiet chimes of the doorbell.
he focused on the hem of his shirt, he counted exactly 8 seconds before the door swung open and he was met with the one and only tom holland.
wyatt gulped our of fear and stood up straight, peeking over his shoulder for the split second tom kept the door open before he slammed it in his face, he saw everlene standing at the end of the carpeted staircase.
he cleared his throat and listen to the muffled bickering between the two, unable to make out any of their words.
it wasn't long until the door swung back open and he was greeted by everlene who reluctantly stepped to the side to let him in her home.
he made small talk, by that i mean it was mostly him being threatened by tom, while everlene stood at the end of the stair case once again, rocking from side to side.
finally he let him go and the two walked up the staircase and tom returned to his place next to harrison on the couch who gave him a look and said, "i can't believe you just let him in her room like that, i wouldn't trust it if i were you."
when they reached her room he finally took everything in, he had only been to her house once before when her mother had invited the oleffs' over for dinner when they first moved in at age 8.
he first noticed what she was wearing, a peach singlet covered up with a black cardigan, it was accompanied by acid washed jeans and socks that almost matched her top.
he then took in the faint smell of sweet lemons and a vanilla candle that had just gone out. old 50's music played from a record player that her father had gifted her when she 10.
her whole room was a pale peach color, it was her favorite color after all. her bed sheets were a mix of grey and white with a few decorative pillows.
he watched as she sat down in a black office chair that sat in front of her desk.
standing there awkwardly, he ran his fingers through his gelled hair, letting out a chuckle seeing as the two both hadn't spoken a word.
