heartBREAKER.(MIKAYLA)

[buckle]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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The town surrounding Crossfire Farms could be described as one word- quaint. Everything was mom and pop, and Wyatt rather liked it. Back in England he had lived with the most extravagant of everything, and it was a nice reality check to be here. His parents had spoiled him rotten, and he admitted he had been rather bratty for the first part of his life. Reality kicked in when his uncle, perhaps the only one who ever kept him grounded, had died in a tragic car accident outside their hometown. Wyatt was devastated and struggled in and out of depression for a few years in his early teens. The only escape for him was riding. The feel of his horses beneath him took away the pressures of his parents and of life in general. He'd always had the best of everything, which he couldn't really complain about. Mum and dad bought his love through various presents, among them his three horses. Wyatt had never worked a day in his life, but he planned on earning his keep in the near future. He just needed a job first.

The young man's job hunt brought him to a cheerful little place known as the Sugar Shack. Although Wyatt wasn't particularly interested in working in the food industry, he did enjoy a tasty treat every now and then. He entered the little shop and found a table near a window. A few people were already occupying a booth or two accross the way. He smiled at them and offered a wave. People around here were so friendly. A young girl of about 16 giggled at his presence and whispered something to her friend childishly. Wyatt tended to have that affect on women of all ages. His good looks combined with his charm was enough to melt anybody's heart. The 22 year old chuckled under his breath and ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair. By that time, a waitress had approached his table and smiled sweetly in his direction. She was rather cute according to the newcomer. The bubbly blonde took his order and flirted a little before retreating to the back, paper in hand. Wyatt shrugged off his leather jacket and placed it in the chair next to him. He surveyed the rest of the shop, dissapointed that he saw no familiar faces. He had yet to meet anyone in this town, and he partially blamed himself. His usual outgoing personality was clouded by the need for a job, and three horses. He loved his animals, but they occupied every second of the day. They all needed to be worked daily, and that took a toll on the poor guy. There was only so much energy in one person. Wyatt, bless his heart, was way beyond his measure. His lack of sleep had taken its toll on his handsome face. He had dark circles underlining his eyes that you could see from a mile away. His features were marred, but that still didn't stop people from staring.

The cute waitress returned with his cinnamon roll and coffee rather quickly. Wyatt thanked her and smiled when she was hesitant to walk away. When she had finally made her way to a different table, Wyatt dug in. They food was fantastic, and Wyatt was pleased that he had chosen to come here. Half way through his breakfast, he realized that quite a few people had shown up to eat as well. He excused himself from his table, pushing his way through people to the restroom. After he had relieved himself he made his way back to the table to conclude his meal. He grabbed a newspaper from a basket at the front counter and sat back down. Crossing his legs, he proceeded to read the latest news in peace and quiet.

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[mikaylahunt]

I COULD FOLLOW YOU BACK TO THE BEGINNING

Mikayla was in a bad mood. Actually, bad was probably an understatement for it. Foul would probably describe it better. Most of it was due to her ‘friends’. She knew that they weren’t real friends, deep down, though she just kept telling herself that they were. Having gone from having none, to being what most would call ‘popular’ had been a big change for her, and she wasn’t ready to give it up. Not yet. Not until something finally made her realise it wasn’t important and she was just digging her own grave by keeping it up. She had never been this bitchy before, but after finally falling in with that crowd, she had turned into a royal pain in the butt. They were really only the sort of people who kept people around when they wanted something for them. Mikayla’s parents weren’t exactly hurting for money, not to mention they pretty much let her get away with murder and rarely said no to anything.

She stormed into the Sugar Shack while Wyatt was in the bathroom, therefore causing her to miss him upon entering the shop. “Flat white, two sugars, and a piece of carrot cake,” she ordered at the counter, not even throwing in a please or a thank you, something she might do if she was by herself, normally...well, she only did that occasionally, but in the mood she was in, fat chance of it happening. She paid while she was up there, turning to find an empty seat. Every table was taken, now, a man maybe a few years older than herself had now returned to the one table that had been vacant besides a jacket thrown over the chair and food sitting on it – Wyatt.

Never one to care about sitting near or with a stranger, or really caring whether they wanted the company or not, she walked over, dropping her frame into the empty chair across from him, not bothering to ask if it was taken. She didn’t even give him a second glance as she pulled her phone out of her pocket, fingers beginning to fly across the buttons as she began to text someone.

Yep, she knew she was being rude. And quite frankly, didn’t care.

JUST SO I COULD RELIVE THE START

Tagged Wyatt & Fearie
Words 374
Outfit Click
Muse All Night Long - Alexandra Burke ft Pitbull
Notes Merh, last post was better...ohwell, she's ready to be at her brattiest xD

[buckle]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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Wyatt had just begun to read the newspaper when a stranger plopped down in the chair across from him. He couldn't see who it was from behind the paper, but he could definitely tell someone had interrupted his peace and quiet. He could hear the annoying buttons of a phone being pushed. He sighed deeply and lowered his newspaper, clearly annoyed. He eyed the female that sat before him, amazed at how she could just sit down and not even give him a second glance. After all, it was his table. He tapped his fingers on the table, waiting for her to notice him. When he realized she wasn't going to, he confidently reached out across the table and plucked the phone from her small hands. He placed it in his coat pocket, intent on keeping it until she got her act together. He faced the girl and spoke sternly, "Didn't your mother ever teach you that barging in on people's meals is rather unnacceptable? How could you just sit there and not even acknowledge that I was here first?" Wyatt shook his head at her rudeness and placed his elbows on the table so he could wait for her response.

He got a good look at the girl and realized that she was flawless. However, this beauty did NOT make up for her apparent lack of respect. He could just tell she was in a foul mood. Her whole presence screamed anger and brattiness. Wyatt let out a small laugh and quickly added in a few coughs to make it less evident. Yes, he was actually laughing at her. Quite the gentleman. However, given the situation, it was quite comical. He had no idea that people actually did this sort of thing. In all his years he has never seen or heard of something like this. Obviously the girl wasn't shy, and obviously she didn't care what he thought about her. In any other situation Wyatt would respect this, but not when it came to this. He could already tell she was going to be a pain in his ass. She did not look like she was moving anytime soon.

Wyatt picked his newspaper back up. Two could play this game that she so clearly wanted to play. He tapped his foot annoyingly and began to crunch the newspaper in his hands. Hopefully this would bug the crap out of her, and she would LEAVE.

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[mikaylahunt]

I COULD FOLLOW YOU BACK TO THE BEGINNING

Mikayla had hardly gotten half way through keying in the message she was going to send, before another person’s larger hand reached over and pulled her phone out of her unsuspecting grasp. She looked up to see who the culprit was, first thinking that maybe it had been someone she knew, coming up to play a joke on her, before her eyes finally fell on the guy sitting opposite her. If it were in any other situation, she would probably notice that he was good looking before she thought anything else, but right now, he had just majorly pissed her off. A hard glare set in, arms crossing tightly across her chest, every muscle tense. If she had look pissed off before, now she looked like she was fuming. How dare he do that?

“Seems to be the same amount of times your mother told you stealing is wrong,” she retorted. No, she wasn’t in the mood for this today, definitely not. Wyatt had definitely picked the wrong day to take her on – not that it was a good idea on any day of the week, really, but today was just worse. Standing up, she leant over the table as he picked his paper up, handing darting into the coat pocket he had dropped her phone into, retrieving it, and sitting back down. She knew perfectly well that he was concealing a laugh behind that faking sounding cough, as well, something she had used plenty of times herself, but she only rolled her eyes at it, eyebrows raised slightly in bemusement.

“And since these tables are for paying customers, and I’m a paying customer, I’m perfectly entitled to sit here. Besides, I don’t see a ‘Reserved for the uptight British prick’ sign anywhere,” she continued, keying in the rest of the message quickly and hitting send, before he could get any ideas of taking it off her again. Next step was to deposit it under her shirt, using her bra as a holder – she’d like to see him try and get it out of there.

Her coffee and cake were brought over, and she picked up the mug, smiling sweetly at Wyatt before taking a sip. His efforts with the foot tapping and newspaper crunching were amusing, really, but she was stubborn, and he had brought it upon himself really, the fact that now she wasn’t going to leave just to piss him off further.

JUST SO I COULD RELIVE THE START

Tagged Wyatt & Fearie
Words 405
Outfit Click
Muse Nine In The Afternoon - Panic! At The Disco
Notes Ohdear, she's really outdoing herself.

[buckle]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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Wyatt noted with quite a pleasurable eye that his taking the young girl's phone frustrated her rather greatly. Mission accomplished. He chuckled slightly at her angered expression. She was simply seething over it. Her sour mood had gone from bad to worse. If he had been a random observer, he would probably be a great deal more amused. However, him being a part of it only made him annoyed. He raised his eyebrows towards her, anticipating what her next move would be. What he did not expect was for her to lean across the table in a swift move and take the newspaper in his hands and the phone out of his coat pocket. His mouth opened a tiny bit at her boldness. He knew she would do something, but he definitely didn't think it would be that. He placed his rather large hands on the table, clearly annoyed by her actions and her presence altogether. Girls nowadays were becoming altogethe rediculous. They just assumed that they would always get their way no matter what.

Wyatt exhaled deeply as he watched her place her phone safely in her bra. It was smart, he'd give her that. He wasn't one to feel a girl up on their first encounter. Especially if said girl was a brat. Wyatt crossed his legs and turned slightly in his chair. "Well, my mother actually taught me that little children need to be disciplined, even if that means taking away their toys every now and then." She was really putting him in a fowl mood. He had been perfectly enjoyable before she had shown up and ruined his meal. He was positively repulsed by her actions. She clearly had no respect for others. Her next comment didn't suprise Wyatt at all. He expected as much from her. "And since these tables are for paying customers, and I’m a paying customer, I’m perfectly entitled to sit here. Besides, I don’t see a ‘Reserved for the uptight British prick’ sign anywhere" Clever. He tapped his fingers along the edge of the table and shook his head as he grabbed his jacket.

"Well lucky for you, darling, this table is actually reserved for the 'grumpy American brat who has no manners'. So enjoy." With that said, Wyatt reached across the table, grabbed his newspaper, and walked across the little shop to the nearest available table. Luckily, a group of customers had just left. When he had gotten up, Wyatt hadn't really scanned to see if there was any open tables for him. Thankfully there was. It would have defeated his whole purpose if he had to leave. He was not going to let her win this battle.

By then her food and drink had arrived. He was extremely tempted to 'spill' her coffee, but he decided that taking the high road was best. He would be the bigger person in a figurative sense. Wyatt rose his newspaper high in front of his face in hopes of blocking her out of his world so he could get through his paper in peace. For some reason, he seriously doubted that was going to happen.

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[mikaylahunt]

I COULD FOLLOW YOU BACK TO THE BEGINNING

Mikayla’s movements seemed to have shocked him somewhat. It probably wasn’t what anyone would have expected her to do in that situation; a lot of people she knew would have screamed blue murder until someone had come over to see what the problem was. No, she would look after herself; she didn’t need anyone to fix her problems for her. She might be a brat, but she was one who used her own devices, she didn’t use people, not often, she was just a downright bitch. And she wouldn’t deny it either. True, she was used to getting her own way, but most people would probably put that down to poor parenting skills and lack of discipline from her parents. They had worried about being too hard on her, or her not being happy, so they had let her do what she wanted. Bad move on their part, really.

She snorted. “Unfortunately, I’m neither a child, nor am I yours to discipline,” she retorted, watching him place his hands on the table. Personally she thought his reaction a little ridiculous, over the top. Perhaps if he had asked nicely she would have stopped and moved, but taking her phone off her straight off the bat had been a move against his favour, and made her more stubborn than she already was. Any normal person would have reacted the same way she did to the move, even if they didn’t have the exact...personality...that she had.

He collected his jacket and paper, moving to the next table, using a similar insult to the one she had thrown at him towards her. She snorted, picking up her coffee again. “Oh I’m sorry dear, did the ‘child’ turn you off your food?” she said, before taking a mouthful of coffee, rolling her eyes a little.

JUST SO I COULD RELIVE THE START

Tagged Wyatt & Fearie
Words 301
Outfit Click
Muse All American Girl - Train
Notes Ugh, that sorta sucked, sorry.

[buckle]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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Wyatt studied the girl in front of him and came to the realization that she reminded him of his sister in a way. They were both the kind of people who had no respect for others, but they had seemingly enough attitude to go around. Bridger was a brat, he hated to say it, but it was true. His twin was a model and she used her good looks to her advantage. She was gorgeous. Their whole family was, actually, but Wyatt didn't flaunt himself the way that she did. He would willingly burn every single outfit in her closet if he ever got the chance. He couldn't stand the way men looked at her. Like she was a piece of meat. Having a sister like Bridger gave him a sense of respect for women that most men with his looks lacked. Granted, Wyatt did have his moments of conceit, but for the most part he didn't think women were disposable. Except, maybe the one sitting across from him now.

At this point, their conversation was becoming rather amusing for Wyatt. He usually didn't interact with women who clearly weren't interested in him, but it was fun teasing her. "Unfortunately, I’m neither a child, nor am I yours to discipline." He laughed and gave her the slightest grin. "My apologies, you are correct in that statement. You are not mine." At this point he was already at his new table so he just turned away from her and went back to reading the newspaper. He had just made it to the comic section when her words forced him away from the funny little clips. He tried his best to block her out, but her voice seemed to pick away at his brain. Her charming use of the word dear earned a slight chuckle as he shook his head. "Actually, I was done with my food, child. I am now trying to enjoy my newspaper in some peace and quiet." Putting some emphasis on the word quiet, he hoped she would take the hint and leave him alone for at least a minute or two. Something told him that she was way to stubborn for that. She was like Bridger, and him in a sense, in that way, too.

"Do you ever plan on leaving me alone...I don't know your name, but I don't really see as the type of person to tell me, so I'll just call you..Lucy." Where he got that name, Wyatt had absolutely no clue, but it worked for now. "I don't believe that I have done anything to you besides taking your phone, and was it really that big of a deal? I think you are just over reacting so you can take out your anger issues on some poor, unsuspecting guy who just wants to have breakfast without being rudely interrupted." Wyatt knew he sounded harsh, but he thought that maybe this was the only way to get across that thick skull of hers.

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[mikaylahunt]

I COULD FOLLOW YOU BACK TO THE BEGINNING

Mikayla had never used to be this horrible. She had been quieter when she was younger, shy, nice. But once she had hit highschool, that had all changed. She got in with the wrong crowd...well, not wrong exactly, but they weren’t the best influences. They were the ones who were used to doing whatever they could to get what they wanted, and in her efforts to gain friends, she had lost herself somewhere along the way. She was still buried in there, somewhere, deep, deep down, she just couldn’t really find a reason to find it again, the way she saw it, she wouldn’t have anyone if she tried.

“Wouldn’t be yours if you paid me,” Mikayla replied, using a somewhat flippant tone. Sometimes she really just didn’t know when to give up and let something go. Maybe she wanted the drama, wanted something to entertain herself. Or maybe she was seeing how far someone would go to stand up to her. As much as she wouldn’t like to admit it, she did need someone who wasn’t going to let her get her own way for once. “I’m sure even you couldn’t read the newspaper in peace and quiet with you around, regardless of whether I'm here around or not,,” she continued in answer to his next comment, taking a forkful of carrot cake, giving him a slight smirk.

“You know, if you had just asked me to move, nicely enough, I probably would have. So I think you’ll find it was you who was overreacting about the whole situation. And if you hadn’t taken my phone, I would be leaving you in peace right now. Sorry, you dug your own grave,” Kayla said, giving him a sugar sweet smile. “Fair enough. You look like you’d make an excellent Gertrude. Gertie, even,” she said, keeping her face perfectly straight.

JUST SO I COULD RELIVE THE START

Tagged Wyatt & Fearie
Words 308
Outfit Click
Muse Long Day - Matchbox Twenty
Notes Oops, sorry, I overlooked this by accident