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finally posting this,, i did my best to proofread and stuff but i have been exhausted for three days so im sorry if anything seems rushed or weird,,, some things were intentional though. i hope you guys like it for now, and ill be working on more whenever i can :))
edit: added a cut/"keep reading" line
vanilla, please ... wyatt lykensen x reader
word count: 1225, warnings: none :)
"Good morning! What can I get for you?" the cashier asks with a smile.
"Could I get vanilla?" you answer.
"Of course! What size?"
"Small, please."
"Small vanilla, coming up!"
You pay and step to the side, towards the pick up counter, so the next person in line can place their order.
A man makes himself known with a polite "Excuse me?"
You turn around to see who it was, "Huh, yeah?" He didn't seem familiar.
"Sorry, I've just never had 'froyo' before. What would you recommend?" You notice his faint lisp as he speaks. He's dressed in the Seabrook Public Works uniform with the addition of a SPW hardhat and noticeably thick glasses.
"Oh, well, I don't know -- I, personally, always get vanilla. But I don't know what you'd like," you answer, chuckling.
He smiles and nods before walking off to place his order. You watch curiously, "Vanilla, please." He turns to you again with a grin, sort of proud of himself. You smile back, he was almost cute.
"Alright then," the cashier pokes her screen. "And what size?" she asks him, looking up from the screen. The boy looks confused, and looks back at you for an answer.
"Oh," you catch on, "uh, small?" you blurt out, looking back and forth between them. You justify your answer to yourself, Small is good, maybe he won't like it and this way he won't waste much, right? Sure. Although, truth be told, you just said what came to mind first.
He smiles and looks back at the cashier with another nod. "Another small vanilla, coming up!"
"Thank you," he hands her his money before he steps towards you again.
"Yeah, no problem," you respond. "If you don't mind me asking, how haven't you had froyo before?" Everyone in Seabrook has to have at least tried froyo -- even Zombies. Although, zombies only got to try things like froyo after they were allowed to work and attend school in Seabrook. It's just one of those "Classic Seabrook" things. Like cheer, or those weird looks people give zombies no matter how long it's been since they've been integrated.
"Oh," he pauses for a second. "I'm just… new to town. My family and I moved here just a week or so ago," he explains. You look at him, still a little confused. "From out of state," he adds on. You nod slowly.
"Cool," you respond politely, with an uncertain nod. You don't exactly buy his story, but there's nothing really outwardly dangerous about him, so you decide to ignore it.
"Two small vanillas!" a worker calls out beside you. They push it towards you on the counter, give you a small smile, and return to their work. You and the boy each pick up a cup and sit at a table across from one another.
You continue the conversation, "Again, if you don't mind me asking," you laugh, "How old are you? You seem pretty young to be working at the plant." He looks confused.
"'The plant'?" he questioned.
"Yeah, you know," you gesture to his hat and uniform, "the Seabrook Power plant. At least, that's what I'm assuming the hardhat's for."
"Oh! Oh -- yeah, it's an internship!" he answers proudly.
"Oh, cool! I didn't know they offered internships there," you say, tilting your head. "Wait, so, how old are you?"
"Sixteen!" said proudly, again.
"No way! Me, too! So does that mean we're going to Seabrook high together this year?" Meeting a new student before the school year even starts is exciting for you. Especially when your social circle has been consistent with the same people for a year.
"Uh," he hesitates, but you just nod and smile in anticipation, "yeah! Unless we, uh, move again sometime soon, definitely!" It came out a little awkward, but you brushed it off as normal "meeting a new person" jitters.
"Cool!" you hadn't realized you were leaning in until you slump back in your seat. "I could even show you around the school if you want! I mean, it's only my second year here, but I've seen every nook 'n' cranny from the basement to the roof!" you boast.
"Only your second year?" he repeats with a tilt of his head.
"Yeah, Zombies weren't allowed to attend Seabrook High 'til last year. We weren't allowed to do a lot of things 'til last year, really," you trail off.
Sensing the sudden tension, he speaks up again. "I'd love a tour from you," he says simply, with a kind smile. This one is different to the playful grins he'd given you before, it was more sincere and caring.
You can only hear your heartbeat, it's louder than usual and your chest thumps with each pulse. His eyes, enlarged by his glasses, study yours calmly.
A moment of shared silence passes, until you break it with a whisper, "Awesome." The two of you share another grin.
Your eyes flicker down to the untouched froyo in front of you. The boy, who's been focused on your eyes, does the same.
Embarrassed, you cringe, "Sorry, my rambling distracted us from the froyo."
"No, no, it's okay! Froyo can wait," he counters.
"Well," you glance at your cup again, "it sort of can't. It'll melt."
He looks confused as he takes a better look at his cup. "Oh." You cover your mouth and snort, trying to hold in your laugh. He sits still, only shifting his eyes to meet yours. You can't help it then, and you both laugh until your lungs hurt.
"Well," you catch your breath, "try some before it's gone!"
He picks up the pink plastic spoon and looks to you as if to say "like this?" You smile and nod in encouragement, and he scoops some of the half-melted yogurt up, and plunges it into his mouth. You inspect his facial expressions, trying to guess his opinion on it.
"Mm," he mumbles, "not bad." He smiles goofily at you, before he immediately wolfs down the rest.
"Oh," you laugh, "well, I'm glad you liked it!"
"'Liked it?' That was great! I haven't had something this good in -- in I don't know how long!"
"Really? What do you normally eat where you're from?"
"Uh," he chuckles awkwardly, "nothing compared to this! Right?" he forced another laugh and changed the subject, "I'm glad I asked for your recommendation, though. Talking to you's been really fun," he beams.
"Yeah, you, too," you smile. He really was fun to talk with. He interests you.
He's got his oddities, for sure, but they seem so harmless and, honestly, they only make me that much more curious to get to know him. I'm looking forward to seeing him more often.
"This really has been great, and I'd love to do this again, but I have to go. I'm sorry," he explains, pushing his chair backwards as he stands.
"Oh," I want to see him again, "then, uh," do something about it "well," just say it "How about tomorrow?" He looks at you expectantly. "We can just talk over froyo again, just like today! Same time and everything -- and we could get more since you liked it and it'd be fun. Unless you don't want to, which is also fine!" shut up, you're rambling.
He just smiles simply, and you could swear you saw a twinkle in his eye.
"I'll be here."
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