. 𖦹 ꒱ : 𝖂𝒚𝒂𝒕𝒕 / 𝕿𝕳𝖂.

♯𝖗𝖟𝖐 . 𖦹﹕ ⸝⸝ ꒱

The school dance in Hot Wheels City was in full swing: lights flashing, music vibrating from the speakers, and an air charged with excitement.

Among all the students, Wyatt, with his favorite jacket half-unbuttoned and his usual unruly hair, made his way through the crowd, searching for you with his eyes. He wasn't exactly the king of the prom... but that night he had promised himself to be brave.

When he finally found you leaning against a column, he smiled nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

Wyatt - Hey… you look… amazing , he said, looking away for a second before recovering. Wyatt - I mean… Of course you always look amazing! he rushed in, making an awkward gesture with his hands.

You smiled, and before you could say anything, Wyatt blurted out:

Wyatt - Do you want to dance with me? I promise not to step on your toes too much... or maybe I will, but I'll make it fun.

You agreed with a laugh. As you danced, Wyatt tried to keep up with the rhythm, but ended up stumbling slightly, pulling you closer to him. His hands found yours, squeezing them gently, and in a moment of impulsive bravery
Wyatt - Very Wyatt-style
He leaned in and whispered to you, in a low but intense voice:

Wyatt - You know… sometimes I go so fast on the tracks that I feel like nobody can catch me… but you… you're always right by my side.

Her cheeks immediately turned red.
You felt your heart racing, before anyone could ruin the moment... Wyatt, with his typical impulsiveness, gave you a quick, sweet kiss on the cheek.

Wyatt - Oops! That wasn't planned , he joked, grinning from ear to ear
Wyatt - But I don't regret it.

From afar, Gage and Rhett applauded as if he had just won a race, while Brandom took "scientific notes" on his tablet.