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Sorry Wyatt… but
“Wyatt…Why does your mind probe have so many memories of me?” Elizas voice remained painstakingly clear over the tablets speakers.
Wyatt could feel himself blush rapidly, sensing the looks of his sister and pack mate.
“Uh… I-“
-“you have a crush on me?!”
“Uh… I, Uh.. Yes?” He mumbled, desperately trying to ignore the reactions beside him, “I-I do. Ahem, yes. I do.”
Eliza smiled in confusion, glancing at him then oddly at Willa. Willa could only shrug and cast scathing looks at her brother.
The zombie looked apologetic, “Um, Sorry Wyatt…. But I can’t date you. I don’t feel the same.”
Wyatt could feel his heart freeze, confidence slipping away like sand, “B-but.. w-why?”
“Besides,” Eliza shrugged, glancing back down at her computer nonchalantly, then a much more pointed look to his right, “I’m already dating your sister.”
Wyatts Jaw fully dropped, as Wynter snickered beside him.
“Yo dolt!” She laughed, “Willa announced their courting at the wolf den ages ago! How could you not know they were together?”
“Yes, Wyatt, that’s something I personally would like to know as well.” Willa smirked with predatorily eyes. Making her underlying message piercingly clear.
Wyatt could only stutter, mind blank on what to do now.
Eventually his sister took pity on him, clapping him on the shoulder, “Don’t worry Brother. No harm done.”
“However,” she leaned in real close, “Crush on my girlfriend again and these claws will end you. Ok?”
“Yes! Ok!” He quickly answered, knowing never to get on the wrong side of his sisters claws.
She smiled, more earnestly this time, “And don’t worry about being alone. Theirs plenty of were/Zom/Human people in the forest!”
He nodded a bit dejectedly, “Yeah… your probably right.”
Willa smirked, with a curious gleam in her yellow eyes, “And well. You didn’t get this from me. But a certain cheerleader who’s very close to you might just in fact have a teensy little crush on you as well.”
Wyatts eyes widened, quickly glancing around at the fellow cheerleaders on stage, only to blush when he realized Willa didn’t mean emotionally close, but physically close. As in, Bucky, who was standing a mere centimeters away and looking like a cross between a tomato and a ghost.
“That information was shared in confidential privacy!” He squeaked our, glaring daggers at Willa.
“What can I say? A Alpha helps out their pack,” she winked teasingly, “Or in this case, their solidarity Gay best friend in need of a partner.”
“At least you wouldn’t be with a taken zombie.” Wynter chimed in, probably very unhelpfully in Wyatts case.
“Exactly! Because the only one I want to be with is my precious little floofy wolfie over here! Isn’t that right snugglepup!” Elizas voice crooned from the hunk of technology.
This time both Wyatt and Wynter could smirk, watching as Willa turned a paralyzing shade of right.
“Floofy Wolfie Sis?” He chuckled teasingly.
Wynter giggled, “I like Snugglepup more!”
“Ok! Enough of all this Mushy stuff!” Willa commanded, cheeks still a blazing red, “Find out what the aliens are up too!”
Their was a pause, where Willa hid her face in her shoulder, “Um, Please Babe.”
“Of course Little one.” Eliza chimed warmly. All while Wyatt was currently saving all of this in his mind to tease his sister mercilessly about later.
With Eliza looking at stuff, it gave him time to turn back to the human next to him.
“You, you really like me?” He questioned curiously. Still a bit hesitant after his last rejection.
Bucky glared at his sister, “Well, Snugglefloof over their wasn’t supposed to reveal that.”
“That is NOT what your calling me!” Willa barked.
The two ignored her, still gazing into each other’s eyes.
“But if we’re talking honesty here… then um, yeah. I like you.” Bucky bashfully admitted, eyes shyly stealing glances at Wyatt.
Wyatt felt his cheeks heat up yet again, “Awoo.”
So who exactly cared what happened to the aliens that night, here Wyatt stood with a possible new boyfriend. And even if he was just technically rejected by his crush,
he could not be anymore happier.