Wybie Lovat
Your family had recently moved to the pink palace apartments because of your mother’s new job. You decided to go outside and adventure. You were happily stomping on some puddles when you came across a black cat.
“Hi there. You lonely, little guy?” The cat responded by brushing past your legs affectionately. In the distance, your eyes locked onto a figure. A teenage boy, about your age.
“Let me guess-” the boy stood in front of you, towering over you slightly. A small--but barely noticeable--slouch in his form. “You’re from somewhere dry… Texas?”
“Um, yeah. How’d you know?”
“Lucky guess. Can you do me a favor?”
“Sure thing, stranger.” You smiled, happy to talk to someone other than yourself. He grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you in close to his face, your nose brushed against his.
“Don’t go through the small door.”
“What? Why not?” He let go of your shoulders and took a step back.
You nodded your head and stuck out your hand.
“I’m (y/n), (y/n) (l/n).” He grabbed your hand.
“I’m Wybie Lovat.” You hesitated before you asked.
“Um, can I see your helmet-mask thing, for a second?” Wybie raised a brow at your request, but handed you what you asked for. You turned over the mask, your eyes trailed to every detail you could spot. “Wow, it’s kinda cool. Did you make this?” You locked eyes with the neighborhood boy.
“Yeah, but I think they make me look like a nerd.” You took a few short steps toward him and pressed his lips to his cheek.
“Not to me. I think it makes you look kinda cute.” Wybie stared at you with wide eyes, a blush quickly spreading onto his face.
“Th-thanks.” You grabbed his hand, pulling him along with you as you walked.
“Your face is so red, sorry if I embarrassed you.” You pressed another kiss to his other cheek. “-but you do look real cute.”