Red Dead Redemption: Wayhaught

02: It's wanting that gets so many people in trouble...

a/n: So this is a little more wordy than the last chapter - I hope that's okay, I wanted to explore how they felt, especially with being unable to see each other. Please leave feedback about how you feel about the balance of dialogue to inner monologue and I'll bear it in mind for future chapters!

I'm thinking next chapter I will do a time jump to where they've known each other a few months but still haven't seen each other and then Nicole can invite Waverly to a convention therefore speeding up how they meet - would everyone be okay with a time jump? I can add details of some fun events which occurred over the months.

Side note - once they meet, it doesn't mean the game will be irrelevant to the story anymore, I aim to keep it the focus throughout - they still live far apart atm so the game still brings them together, don't worry your nerdy little hearts haha <3.

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at the homestead...

The following morning, Waverly rolled out of bed and traipsed downstairs dragging her feet and tripping slightly on the loose tuft of carpet at the bottom. Her eyelids felt like dead weights pulling down begging her to go back upstairs to bed; it was on mornings like these that she wished she liked coffee. On cue, as her mind wandered to thoughts of coffee, she rounded the corner and saw Wynonna leant against the kitchen counter scrolling mindlessly on her phone with a giant cup of coffee in her left hand.

Without even looking up from her phone Wynonna casually stated: "what's up with you this morning?"

Waverly faltered, not sure what she meant. "What do you mean?"

Still, Wynonna didn't look up. "Usually it sounds like an annoyingly melodic dance when you come downstairs, this morning it sounded like someone hungover bumming their way down slowly." She smirked at her own joke as Waverly rolled her eyes.

Before she had a chance to reply, Wynonna looked up at Waverly. "Jesus you look worse than I expected, what did you down a bottle of whisky whilst I wasn't looking." She snorted at her own unoriginal joke, as they both knew Waverly couldn't stomach a couple of glasses of whisky let alone an entire bottle.

Moving to the fridge and grabbing oat milk and granola Waverly started making her breakfast and replied with a short tone. "You're not funny, and no, I played Xbox until 4am."

Wynonna's eyes shot wide open and she put her phone down. "With Nicole?" She practically yelled at her sister.

"No, on my own, I wanted to get practice in." Waverly shrugged, putting the milk back in the fridge and sitting at the table.

"Get practice in? Since when have you cared about being good at video games?" Wynonna enquired towering over her. "OH MY GOD YOU FANCY NICOLE!" She squealed pulling up a chair, not letting her sister get out of this one.

Truthfully, Waverly didn't know how she felt about Nicole. She didn't even have any idea what she looked like, all she had to go off was her voice and attitude. Obviously, she knew looks weren't important, not to the extent of personality anyway - of which Nicole's was already making quite an impression on her - but she couldn't help wonder what the older girl looked like. How tall was she? Did she have blonde or brown hair? Was she muscly - she must be if she's Sheriff, right? No, not always, their local sheriff Nedley wasn't. What colour were her eyes? Did she have a nice smile? Waverly hoped the last one was a yes, she didn't know what her type was, but she did know that she quickly fell for people with nice smiles and eyes which could emote powerfully. Even though she had no baring on what Nicole looked like, she had spent all night thinking about it, it was one mystery which couldn't be solved, and Waverly wasn't used to not being able to research the answer to something. She had tried of course, scrolling through all the accounts with the name Nicole Haught on instagram, even coming across one who was a cop. But it wasn't her, she knew that - or at least she hoped - because it would have meant she'd lied about her age; this woman was in her 50s. As much as Waverly wanted to know more about Nicole, a part of her also loved the mystery of it, the freedom of falling for someone's personality with no grasp of their physical appearance, though it scared her how attached she could already feel herself becoming. What if - if they eventually met in person - she didn't fancy Nicole in that way, if the physical attraction wasn't there like the emotional one, would she be okay with just being friends after all of their flirting. She would be lying if she said she hadn't spent the hour before drifting to sleep replaying how sexy the sheriffs voice had been in her head, rolling each soft but gravelly syllable over and over until she fell asleep. She would be lying if she said the reason for her being up at 8am despite not sleeping until 5am wasn't because she was so excited to be able to speak to and get to know Nicole later tonight. The idea of this mystery woman both excited and terrified her; Nicole was something which Waverly was drawn too, but couldn't decipher or turn to her books for. She was falling for her, but barely knew her, she wanted to know everything but was scared that she would find out too much. It was a game of balancing on a fine line and Waverly couldn't wait to explore it more.