#beta-run

So some of you haven’t heard TK speak or really know who the dude is?  Which is kinda mind-boggling to me, but okay.  Heh!  This is a little interview clip from about 10 years back when he was playing Tim Riggins on Friday Night Lights.  My whole personality (and Wyatt’s) is basically right here so... soak it in.  Drink the Kool-aid.  Or don’t.  But yeah, if ya wanna get to know Dax or Wyatt or both, this is another good example.  Except for the food part, cuz Pizza all the way.  Sush, I’d be hard pressed.  Although, the first time I had crab and shrimp, I was pretty wasted.  So yeah!  How much have I had to drink?  Accurate.  Lol!

@the-storm-within-me; @keaton-mccall; @little-earthquakes-rp; @angedansant

(via https://open.spotify.com/track/1DrFKYfHknCXqdaY8Wt78b?si=jUdAEQnETmO4tHr4fG1tcg)

@little-earthquakes-rp 

Wyatt knocked on Lennon’s door and waited until she opened it, smiling at her with a couple gifts in hand along with some root beer. “Heya, Lenn.  So um… mind if I come in real quick?  I know you’re probably busy, but I wanted to drop these off,” he held up the wrapped presents and grinned.  After being let in, he set the gifts down on the coffee table, offering up a decorative drink and said, “I figured we might wanna just stick to root beer this time?  Avoid the holiday hangovers?  Heh!”

“Here.  You gotta open this one first,” he said as he handed her the larger of the two gifts.  Wyatt sat down on the couch and waited for her to unwrap the present.  As soon as the wrapping paper came off, he watched as she dove inside the cardboard box to see some mason jars.  They were filled with lavender oil, pine cones, cranberries, and some pine needles.  Each one was wrapped in bows and there were a set of four, all sealed up with metal lids.  Wy smiled and reached in to hold one up saying, “Here, lemme show ya what it is.”

He carefully unscrewed the metal lid, setting the jar on the table.  As he picked it up, he turned over the lid to show a wick wrapped and taped to the top.  Pulling it off carefully, he took out his Swiss army knife and poked a hole in the middle of the lid.  Randall then strung the top of the wick through and set the rest into the oil again, screwing the lid back on.  The lavender and pine permeated as he grabbed a lighter and lit the top.  The flame flickered and stayed lit as he smiled and said, “See?  They’re scented oil lamps.  I made them myself.  I wanted to get you something different other than the usual bubble-bath and stuff, so I thought this’d be a nice change.  That, and this…”

Wyatt grabbed the smaller present and handed it to her saying, “Now this one.”

He waited eagerly, watching her set the jars down and then take the small, square box in hand to untie the bow on top.  As soon as the white ribbon fell, she could open the purple colored box to see the two wolf necklaces inside.  

“See… one’s for you and one’s for me.  Cuz we used to have those bbff necklaces back in high-school, but then my necklace broke and I didn’t know if you still had yours or not, but… I wanted to get us new ones so-,” he reached over and turned the white one around and said, “I had the backs engraved.  Yours is this one.”  

On the back, it read: “Wy & Len – Thru Thick & Thin”

His was the black one and it had the same engraving.  As soon as she’d finished admiring them, he took hers out and walked around, unfastening it to lower around her neck.  Brushing her hair over to the side of her shoulder, he gently did the clasp behind her neck and set it down with a grin.  “There.  Looks perfect, if I do say so myself,” he proudly boasted, sitting back down next to her.  “Can you do mine,” he asked, turning around so she could put his necklace on him.  Wyatt leaned back a little so Lennon didn’t have to reach as high.  Tols and smols, after all.  

Wyatt had been driving home from Lennon’s when his truck broke down on the side of Church Street.  With a scowl, he’d gotten out and lifted the hood to see what was wrong this time.  Fumbling around with the spark plugs, Wy heard the loud rumble of that familiar, irritating Hemi that his nemesis so liked to brag about as it slowly pulled up next to him.  With a heavy sigh, the Beta dropped his head, not wanting to look over at the asshole.  

He could hear the electric window roll down, giving Wyatt cause to holler out in disdain, “Whaddya want, Garrett?”

“Think it was a good idea to make a pass at Lennon? Think maybe you’re just trying to exchange pain for pleasure?”

Wyatt straightened up, now fuming as he glared through his locks of hair and turned to face him.  “What, were you fuckin’ watching us!?  You think THAT’S a good idea!?  Think maybe you’re just tryin’ to exchange being a dick for being a stalker!?  Wake the fuck up, Garrett.  You may think you have an in with Lenn, but guess what?  It’s never gonna happen.  Ever.  Fact.”

Garrett got that disgustingly smug ass look on his face, barely a smirk showing as he revved the engine repeatedly to fill the air with the exhaust.  Wyatt knew he was just doing it to be an asshole.  Randall stood there for a minute just glaring back saying, “Really?  Really, you just gonna sit there?  Little penis, dude.  What was it like four inches?  Yeah, I seen you in the locker room, fucker.  Don’t think I don’t know.”

Finally, he sped off, leaving a cloud of methane and peeled rubber behind, making Wy cough and have to walk away from the road a bit until the air settled.  Leaning over to brace on his knees as he cleared his lungs, he looked back down the now empty road and mumbled, “Douchebag.”