Once Wyatt left Nichelle at the door of her house he immediately went straight to his house with the front lights off to avoid the people inside waking up due to the lights projected by the headlights.
Lowering slowly from the truck procuring to make the least noise possible Wyatt closed the door of the driver's side slowly and on tiptoes he went approaching quickly towards the stairs of the porch of his house procuring not to step on the step that creaked.
Placing his key in the slot Wyatt opened the door slowly entering the living room like a ninja who does not seek to be noticed or that was the plan until a series of enthusiastic barks broke that tranquility.
"WOOF WOOF WOOF" were the incessant sounds followed by a series of quick steps that headed in his direction like a tidal wave full of hair.
"Shh" hissed Wyatt quickly trying to calm his furry friend who almost knocked him down by the impulse of the run towards him and Wyatt being completely off guard. "Calm down boy" he said frantically while he scratched the head of his dog who very gladly accepted the caresses to then lie on the floor with his belly up in a posture that clearly indicated "Scratch me."
"You are a trickster you knew it right" Wyatt told his dog who simply moved his head slightly while sticking out his tongue waiting for his deserved caresses which were not long in coming being the response of the furry 4-legged friend to start frantically moving his back leg in a clear sign that he was enjoying it.
While Wyatt was distracted with his little friend he did not notice the presence of the person who was sitting in the middle of the sofa in the living room who simply looked in the direction of the boy to then turn on the lamp that was located right at his side causing the room to light up in that moment.
In the moment in which his eyes felt the stinging of the light he immediately took his hand to his face covering his eyes while a deep voice entered through Wyatt's ears. "I see that you and Max are having fun" was the first phrase heard from the man who had his brow furrowed in direction towards Wyatt.
Perhaps perceiving the atmosphere or having already obtained his deserved caresses Max got up and moved away from the room leaving Wyatt completely to his luck at that precise moment.
"Traitor" was the first thought that crossed Wyatt's mind while he saw how his shameless dog left leaving him completely alone.
"And well?" asked the man with the furrowed brow in direction towards Wyatt who instinctively put himself in a rigid position.
"The party lasted a bit longer than expected" was the quick response Wyatt gave while he scratched behind his head hoping that response would end the matter but the only thing it provoked is that the man in question narrowed his eyes more and approached.
"Your breath" he said without giving room for discussions while he stood in front of Wyatt. "Dad I don't think that…" Wyatt started to say but seeing how his father's brow furrowed even more than it already was he decided that the wisest thing in this moment was to comply with the order without talking back.
Exhaling the breath outward Wyatt's father in question perceived the slight smell of alcohol in his son's breath. "Did you drink?" he asked in direction towards his son but more than a question it sounded like a fact which Wyatt did not bother to hide.
"Only one can" was Wyatt's sincere response and in a certain way it was true because after that he and Nichelle went to celebrate to a more private place something that his father had no need to know.
"Uhm" was the only response from his father who analyzed Wyatt's face in search of any sign that indicated he was lying or hiding something.
"The interrogation finished I remind you that you are not on duty" was Wyatt's response seeing how his father stayed still and threw him the look he had when he was at work.
"3 AM" his father said after that moment of silence remarking the hour it was in that moment. "The rule was that at most you stayed until 1 at the party" was his father's next comment reminding him of the agreement they had before.
"Things came up" replied Wyatt not wanting to enter into more details about where and more importantly what it was that he was doing to arrive so late home.
"Important enough to arrive 2 hours late?" was his father's next question following with his interrogation despite his son's evasions.
"Yes" was the only word Wyatt said with seriousness not wanting to enter into more details and returning the look to his father.
"Fine" was the last word of his father who after that headed straight towards the stairs leaving Wyatt for a moment with a blank mind not expecting that his father had finished with his interrogation so quickly.
"That's it?" Wyatt could not help but ask in direction to his father slightly surprised that his father had not bombarded him with more questions as he usually did.
"You are 18 already son essentially you are an adult what you do now depends on you" was the phrase Wyatt heard from his father who was with his back to him but he could feel the weight of those same words while the sound of the stairs creaking was heard where his father's shoes passed.
Being at the end of the stairs and stopping briefly as if he had forgotten something. "By the way I almost forgot" he mentioned without turning as if it were something without importance. "Don't forget to zip up your pants" was the last comment he made while his silhouette was lost down the hallway.
Immediately after that Wyatt prey to panic lowered his gaze towards his crotch while his hands quickly went straight to the zipper to pull it up but upon placing his hands he noticed that the zipper was already up.
Realizing that a joke had been played on him in which he fell hook, line, and sinker a single thought arose in his head "Son of a…" but he decided that he would collect revenge later while he went up the stairs and headed directly towards his room.
In the moment he opened the door of his room it was as if all the exhaustion of the game hit him at once causing Wyatt to throw himself straight onto his bed without even caring about changing clothes.
The only thing he could barely do was take off the jacket he was wearing along with the shirt leaving exposed a toned and sculpted torso after long hours of gym training but if one looked with attention one could also notice a series of red marks on his pectorals like scratches.
Without paying attention to that detail due to the exhaustion he felt in that moment Wyatt immediately went back to throwing himself on his bed for seconds later before he could even close his eyelids he heard the quick sound of footsteps followed by a new lump on his bed.
"You are a traitor you knew it?" Wyatt told Max turning his head slightly in the direction where his dog was found who to Wyatt's question simply stuck out his tongue in response.
"Whatever" Wyatt said not having enough strength to kick out his uninvited guest from his bed and fell deeply straight into the land of dreams.
Wyatt was in a great dream he was in the middle of the Super Bowl in the last quarter his team was down by 3 points and it was Wyatt's last opportunity before the game ended.
Immediately Wyatt receives the ball from his center and backing up a few steps immediately raises his sight looking for a passing line or a gap through which to cross the line of scrimmage and reach the end zone directly.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see one of his receivers who managed to get open from his mark and manage to enter the end zone in the right corner.
Without hesitating and seeing that time was running out Wyatt did not hesitate for a second to throw a deep pass under the attentive gaze of all the people and viewers who were paying attention to him in that so important moment.
The pass was sublime tracing a perfect trajectory ending up in the hands of the receiver who scored the necessary touchdown for the team to win the Super Bowl.
What followed was a series of ovations and congratulations with confetti and fireworks in sign of celebration while the audience did not stop chanting the name of the player of the game.
WYATT WYATT WYATT
It was the roar that echoed in the whole stadium in sign of celebration towards the player who just gave the victory to his team in a Super Bowl.
Then it was the turn of the awards delivery and under the spotlights and the attentive gaze of everyone the NFL commissioner made delivery of the Vince Lombardi trophy followed by the Finals MVP trophy.
Once he has both trophies in his hands Wyatt lifts them with force over his head being received immediately by the screams and praises of the crowd.
While the people looked at Wyatt with both trophies in his hands his gaze could not help but fixate on the player tunnel where a woman returned the smile in a clear show of pride and without even realizing it Wyatt was walking in direction towards her to end this magical night with a kiss taken out of a movie.
Wyatt was so immersed in his dream until the moment of the kiss since he felt the kiss too wet and with a slight taste of meat that had no relation to what was happening in the dream.
Coming slowly out of the land of dreams Wyatt opened his eyes slowly to be received immediately with Max's face who was on top of him and licking his face completely.
"UGGH" Wyatt groaned in a clear sign of disgust pushing the dog off him while he passed a hand over his whole face trying to remove all the drool and the taste of dog saliva from his mouth.
"You don't forgive any right?" Wyatt asked with irony towards Max who simply barked at him while he ran quickly downstairs now that his mission was officially accomplished by waking up his master.
Having already woken up and knowing that it would be of no use to try to lie back down Wyatt immediately began to stretch his body to remove all the laziness he carried after a physically demanding game while he changed his pants and put on an old t-shirt and went down the stairs.
As soon as he was on the first floor the unmistakable smell of food flooded his nostrils making his stomach which had not eaten anything since yesterday growl in sign of protest so without waiting any longer he went immediately in direction towards the kitchen.
"Good morning" Wyatt said quickly upon entering the kitchen being received by a brunette woman in the middle of the stove concentrated more on what was in the pan in that moment.
"Good morning sweetheart" Wyatt's mother answered.
"What's for breakfast?" Wyatt asked perceiving a delicious smell in the kitchen while he quickly took a seat in the kitchen.
"Considering that you won the championship I thought you deserved a day of rest from the diet" Wyatt's mother said while she put in front of him a plate with a great pile of pancakes on top.
Wyatt upon seeing that plate immediately passed his tongue over his lips after a whole season eating tasteless food and counting calories those pancakes seemed like a dream come true.
Without wasting more time he took the fork and started to stuff his mouth with pancakes without caring about anything else but finishing that pile of pancakes under the attentive gaze of his mother who simply gave him a smile of maternal love.
"And to think that in a few days you will leave the nest" his mother said dramatically while she wiped an imaginary tear from the corner of her eye.
Before the dramatism of his mother Wyatt did nothing else but roll his eyes. "And dad?" he asked surprised not to see the man in question. "He had to leave early for the station" his mother responded while she picked up his already empty plate.
"And have you already made a decision?" his mother asked without having to emphasize about what since the question was quite obvious in that moment.
Finishing drinking the glass of juice he had at his side Wyatt responded "Yes I will go to…"
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