iv. sweatpants

wyatt, 19. "rich kid, asshole, paint me as a v i l l i a n ."

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“Really? I thought they were your favorite people in the whole wide world.”

Maya listened him as crossing her arms. “Fine.” She said firmly. “I can have a free coffee, right? It’s better than doing nothing.” She shrugged, glancing over the application. “I am Maya.”

“wyatt kopf, and if your psychic powers didn’t confirm it, yes my parents own kopf real estate. which is probably why they are a hundred percent assholes,” wyatt admitted. “free coffee, yeah. come back with all sections filled and whatever and bring it back to me. i’m pretty much always working anyway.”

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“Not really, I like my mom. She’s cool. Looks like yours is not.” Maya said with her dry voice. “Sorry dude, I should’ve known right? Since I am a psychic.” She said sarcastically.

“Yeah it’s kinda obvious.”

“then i guess i wouldn’t have to tell you that both of my parents are equally a hundred percent assholes.”

“listen,” wyatt pulled a paper from a folder under the register, “if you ever decide to get off your lazy ass, fill in this application and i’ll talk to my manager about hiring you, i could use another sarcastic idiot to entertain me around here.”

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“You just sounded like my mom.” Maya said with a nod. “I can’t decide it’s a good thing or not.”

She watched him yelling at his coworker. She sighed deeply before speak. “How long you have been working here?”

“That’s probably a fuckin’ terrible thing. I couldn’t imagine sounding like my mother, she’s too much of a cunt.” 

“Too fucking long,” Wyatt’s eyes rolled, admitting he was more than exhausted by his job. 

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“Oh that sounds pretty bad. Good thing I sleep alone I guess? Wow I have never thought I’d be grateful the fact I sleep alone.”

“I don’t have, before you judge you should know, I am looking for a job. I just didn’t find a good one. No, I am not lazy, I am just unmotivated to doing boring jobs. ”

“the world isn’t going to wait for you to become motivated, doll-face. you’ve got to start somewhere.”

in the distance, wyatt hears two plastic blenders fall and spill mix across the floor. almost immediately, wyatt’s head followed the noise, “who the fuck gets a job at starbucks and doesn’t know how to work a fucking blender?” he yells to his coworker. 

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genevieve had just gotten off the phone with her boss, the mayor of the town, about a discussion for a town dinner held for all the associates. the brunette had been up all night planning this event that coffee would be the only element to keep her on her toes. frankly, she did not need the attitude from the poorly dressed boy. “iced white chocolate mocha with a double shot. thanks very much. someone is cranky this morning.”

“someboy’s always cranky, get used to it, sweetheart,” wyatt marked the woman’s plastic cup with her order. “name?”

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Wyatt Kopf Moodboard  ↠ (1/?)

↳ “Listen, princess. I’m buying you a whole pizza, what more do you want? All of fuckin’ Italy? This is as romantic as it’s going to get.  If you’re lucky I’ll even throw in some wings.”

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“I am a psychic, I can read minds.” Maya said sarcastically, crossing her arms. “You definitely got up on the wrong side of the bed. But I get you, working with lazy people must be annoying. Working with people is annoying if you ask me. Ah! See? I found another lame excuse not to work.”

“yeah, well, when you sleep with someone who takes up more than half of the bed, it’s hard not to be cranky when you wake up.”

“do you not have a job? wouldn’t that make you lazy in return?”

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“she happens to thrive just well for a woman over the age of seventy, thank you very much. do you usually wear jeans so tight you can see the outline bulge of your cell phone in your pocket? i’m sure i can dial 911 from here.”

“wow, nice one, they must have taught you that at jesus camp. not only did these jeans cost me fifty dollars, but i look really great and most people appreciate my ass in these. so if you’d excuse me, sister mary, i have to go buy another pack of cigarettes to torture my lungs with.”

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“Dude chill, I am taking my time. I assume you are having a shitty day but don’t take it out on me.”

“hm, what gave it away? was it the shit ton of people how can seem to live a minute off of caffeine? wait – i know what it was, my unproductive coworkers who don’t know what the fuck they’re doing.”

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racing to make drinks through the small area behind the counter, wyatt noticed the frappuccino he made five minutes ago still sitting on the counter. “who’s fucking vanilla bean is this?” wyatt questioned toward his coworkers, but mainly to himself. he swiftly shifted the drink sideways to read the name drawn out in sharpie, “hey, jessica, you think we’re making drinks for free?” wyatt yelled to the audience of the cafe, almost immediately a thin blonde looked back with a scowl on her face and went to retrieve her coffee. “fuck,” rolling his eyes, wyatt paced himself back towards the register. he had known what workload to expect on a monday morning, but this was the largest crowd wyatt had served. there were only two other barista’s working, and the exhaustion of last week’s hours had finally caught up to wyatt. as he waited for his costumer to decide, wyatt aimlessly glanced at the clock wondering how far his break was, “hey, did you come to stare at the menu all day or are you going to order something?”

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christabelle stood at the entrance of the grocery mart with her nanay, a stack of brochures in her hands and even more on the table behind her. it was saturday, and that meant most people did their food shopping today; the perfect opportunity to reach out and touch people’s hearts. she stopped one particular passerby in their tracks and put on that smile her nanay taught her. “hello, hello. if you don’t mind, i’d like to talk about you about salvation and what jesus christ did for our sins.”

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“is that lady over there dead or just really old?” wyatt nodded towards the woman’s grandmother.

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