RAYS, Wyatt Caiden [so not done]

[wyatt rays]

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wyatt caiden rays,

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breakdown, rebound
this could be my last goodbye
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Having gotten up early on to go for a quick run, Wyatt stepped into the house once more when the sun still failed to show itself completely. He didn’t know exactly why he had gotten up that early, but the night before he couldn’t sleep. His mind had been full of so many matters and thoughts. For the life of him he found it nearly impossible to shut is brain off and just let himself drift off into sleep. By the time sleep had finally come he was so tired. Sleeping in seemed like it was a one hundred-percent possibility. That never happened though, as Wyatt was awoken by the sound of his cat Marx scratching is claws repeatedly down the closed door that blocked him from entering Wyatt’s room. Groaning angrily he rolled over in bed, it was only 4:45 a.m. Sitting up, he pilled the covers back from his body and got out of bed stiffly. Walking to his door he turned the knob and opened it to let the bothersome cat in before going over to his dresser and pulling out a pair of old jersey shorts and a black t-shirt. Wyatt closed his eyes and yawned before he threw the clothes over onto his unmade bed. Sluggishly he undressed before pulling the clothes he had just got out on. Then that was it, he had gone for a jog for about an hour. Now he was back at home. The house was quiet with only the occasional quiet sounds of Marx or something else.

Wyatt kicked off his shoes in the laundry room before he entered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Big gulps of water were drank after he had taken off the cap. Why people didn’t like to get up in the early hours sometimes made Wyatt wonder. You could get a lot more done in those hours, unlike the people that slept until noon. He loved the feeling of going for a run in the early morning; it relaxed him, cleared his mind. Probably, it was one of the only times that he could be alone with his thoughts. That might be why he loved it so much. Really, he didn't know, but going for a jog in the morning had been a habit since he was in fifth grade. Not only did it help him relax, it kept him nice and fit. For some reason, it was just programmed into his mind. Since he was little he had always been a very athletic person. His dad was to thank for that. Mr. Rays was all about competition, winning, being the best, and sports. Over the years Wyatt had grown to hate him for it on some level. Maybe hate was a strong word, but his dad could be quite the ass when he wanted to be. Something was always going on inside his head, like he was always plotting the next way to ruin somebody’s life. After a while everyone who crossed his path just got sick of it. Wyatt himself could be a really big jerk at times.

Sighing Wyatt left the now empty water bottle on the island in the center of the family kitchen and glared at Marx as he came slinking in from the dining room. Minding being woken up at such an early hour wasn't the problem, it was that Marx was always annoying and liked to get in peoples business. He was a very nosey cat, always looking for somebody to bother. No animal, Wyatt figured, could be more annoying then Marx was. More than likely there was though. Marx couldn't be that bad. Besides, weren't all cats that way?

Heading through the house, Wyatt made his way back upstairs to his room. Once there he grabbed a pair of fresh dark blue jeans, a white long sleeve shirt, some socks, underwear, and his watch off of his dresser. Items gathered in his hands he immediately went to the bathroom, pulled his clothes off, and jumped into a warm welcome shower. Sliding down is back, the water felt good and relieved the tension that had built up in his muscles. Immersing his head under the water and scrubbing it gently with the soup Wyatt let all the soup run out of his hair and into the drain before he opened his eyes once more. Through the turmoil of water falling from the showerhead he could see steam crawling out of the top of the shower to disperse into the rest of the bathroom. He had always liked to take burning hot showers. Fully cleansed of the sweat that had accumulated onto his skin from running he turned of f the shower tap and grabbed the towel hanging over the door, synching it around his waist tightly before stepping out of the shower. The room was a fog of shower vapors and smelled strongly of soap and moisture. The mirror was all clouded up. Going over to it, he whipped his hand across the center to leave a big open space where he could seem himself through the streaks left behind. Grabbing his toothbrush he dabbed some toothpaste in the middle of it and scrubbed at his teeth for about two minutes before spitting and rinsing it off again. From the floor he picked up his underwear and tugged at the towel around his waist to let it fall to the floor before pulling his boxers on and then his jeans. He buttoned the pants and then reached for his shirt. Over his head he sat down on the toilet to pull his socks onto his feet before trying off his hair with the previously discarded towel and then throwing it into the laundry shoot on the bathroom wall.

Wyatt didn't know what he was going to do today, but he was sure he could thing of something. Back downstairs he grabbed his phone off of the counter and flipped it open to see if he had any new text messages. Only three were there. Checking who they were from her decided they were unimportant and closed his phone before pocketing it and going to go sit down on the couch and turn on the television. Nobody would be up around here for another few hours, so he had time to kill. By then he hoped her figured out something to do though. Tapping his foot as he leaned back on the couch Wyatt flipped through the channels. After about ten he was throughly bored. Something to eat might be nice, even though he had just finished brushing his teeth. How pathetic was he, maybe he should get a job to kill some more time. It's not like his grades in school mattered much to him. He was probably failing half of his classes without even noticing it. Going into the kitchen he poured himself a bowel of cereal and then added the milk from the fridge. Sitting down at the island he took hos phone out of his pocket and set it beside his cereal. Someone might just be up this early around here. He had enough friends, one of them had to have something in mind. All he could do now was eat his cereal in the almot silence, with the sounds coming from the television as background noise.
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status: finished!
words: 1,230!
clothes: wyatt is so sexeh, baby!
notes: ok, so this sucks becasue i totally was having a writers block moment and had nothing to write about, sorry!
music: the rocket summer - all i have!

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Basics:

Full Name: wyatt caiden rays.
Nickname:

• wiley
  
• wy
  
• watt
  
• atts
  
• watson
  
• rays

Age: eighteen.
Birthday: april 14,1990.
Grade: senior.
Occupation: student.
Martial Status: swinger, haha.
Orientation: straight.

Personality:

General Description: Wyatt, how to describe is personality. Well, for one, he is a very laid back person. He doesn’t care much about anything other than his firneds, sports, music, typical teenager things. He doesn’t care too much if he is getting bad grades either as long as he isn’t failing to the point where they will kick him off any sports teams. He can be quite the jerk, which is something he gets from his dad. Something that everyone, but is group of friends detest about him. People see him as the jock, the guy that just wants to sleep with all the girls and goes out to parties every night. They see him as the guy who doesn’t care about anything, and is just going on with his life without a concern in his head. The truth is that he cares a lot, and he does watch his grades from time to time. Yeah, he gets everything he wants pretty much, but that doesn’t come without price. He has to impress is dad. If he doesn’t it is almost like he is worthless. But deep down he is a nice guy, under all the BS, he cares and notices people that you wouldn’t think he would notice. He doesn’t always understand things, but he tries, and he can be hot headed and jump to conclusions a lot. He only really seems to care about himself. He is the typical jock, dating the girls because he can, and going to all the parties because that is what everyone expects out of him. He does what he wants when he wants and doesn’t care about the consequence of it. He can be a smart mouth, and doesn’t like to be shown up by people. He pretty much takes after his asshole of a dad, but deep down there is a heart somewhere that is filled with concern and wanderings of how things could be different if he was different.
Likes:

• sports.
  
• girls
  
• drinking
  
• friends
  
• music
  
• rap
  
• running
  
• his life
  
• sex
  
• the beach
  
• his parents’ money
  
• long drives
  
• parties
  
• drinking games
  
• basketball
  
• running
  
• early mornings
  
• just walking around
  
• chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream
  
• big dogs
  
• comedy movies
  
• horror movies
  
• working out
  
• the smell of febreeze
  
• italian food
  
• playing pranks
  
• sarcasm
  
• how everybody knows who he is
  
• basketball
  
• old rock
  
• thunderstorms
  
• girls who are into sports
  
• people (especially girls) that speak their mind
  
• history
  
• hot weather
  
• cold weather
  
• summer
  
• flirting
  
• taking risks
  
• having fun
  
• long trips
  
• expensive nice clothes
  
• being free
  
• counting down to graduatiob
  
• hard liquor
  
• swimming
  
• bars
  
• comedians
  
• california life
  
• m&m’s
  
• peanut butter
  
• ribs
  
• yukon and mustang cobra cars
  
• eminem
  
• 2pac
  
• kanye
  
• cake
  
• sublime
  
• jack Johnson
  
• ben harpe
  
• office space
  
• wayne's world
  
• fight club
  
• royal tenenbaums
  
• unbreakable
  
• love and basketball
  
• eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
  

Dislikes:

• arrogance
  
• girly music
  
• fake people
  
• drama
  
• his father
  
• emotional girls
  
• needy girls
  
• hypocrites
  
• serious fighting
  
• shakespeare
  
• authority
  
• being alone
  
• stuck-up girls
  
• shy girls
  
• being hated
  
• annoying people
  
• bad smells
  
• teachers
  
• being sick
  
• teachers
  
• depression
  
• selfish people
  
• people who just keep talking
  
• cheese
  
• most dairy
  
• humidity
  
• things being too easy
  
• hangovers
  
• his mother
  
• being sore after basketball
  
• peer pressure
  
• peer pressure
  
• thinking of death
  
• when people are mad at him
  
• disappointing people
  
• people who hold grudges
  
• the thought of death
  
• orange skittles
  
• girls who act stupid on purpose

Hobbies:

• basketball
  
• music
  
• jogging
  
• working out
  
• hanging with friends
  
• partying
  
• being with girls
  
• sports
  
• running
  
• challenging himself

Goals:

• make it in basketball
  
• see things from another perspective
  
• meet someone who is real
  
• get away from his parents
  
• have a real relationship

Appearance:

Celebrity: James Lafferty
Picture:

Clothing Style:[/b] Wyatt really wears whatever it is he pulls out of his closet. Sometimes it just consist of a plain hoodie and a pear of sweatpants, and sometimes it is a nice pair of yeans with a nice tee or a sweater or polo shirt. It all depends on his mood. Generally though he likes to be comfortable. No matter what he is wearing though it always has that jock like look to it. He likes different sports things, like shirts and hoodies or hats also. He has a lot of nice shirts, some nice pants, put mostly his closet consist of jeans and tees.

History:

Parents: jerome rays – 41 – car business – unhappily married
amie rays – 39 – real estate woman – unhappily married
Siblings: n/a
Pets: marx – cat – 2 years old
Cousins: n/a
Other Relatives: n/a
Birthplace: harper valley, california.
History Bio: Wyatt Rays has always lived in the town of Harper Valley. Ever since he was born, he has been here. His parents were happily married as he was a kid, but their relationship began to become strained as he got older. In an attempt to get away from home more often Wyatt’s mom would take long business trips. As for Wyatt’s dad he was turning into a bigger jerk day by day. He only seemed to care about himself and controlling Wyatt in his every move. Never did he seem to care who he stepped on to get what he wanted. What Wyatt actually wanted never mattered. From all this Wyatt only grew to become distant and resentful to his parents. He would do whatever it is he wanted without a care and his parents didn’t really seem to mind. He grew into quite the jerk as time went on. It was like his father was wearing off on him.

High school was a piece of cake for Wyatt, he wasn’t a good student by far, but he was always well known by people and he had a reputation. Everyone new who he was it seemed, or at least had heard of him somehow. He liked his rep and he used it a lot. Other than that his parents were on the verge of divorce and he was even more a pain then usual. His grades began to slip more and more in school. Sometimes he would feel bad and make desperate attempts to keep them up, but he wasn’t the smartest of people and he was to proud to ask anyone for help of any kind. Eventually he meant the fab five though, and for once he had a set place to be. Though he wasn’t sure if he liked the crowd or not. It was true that he was falling for one of them. At first it had been a kind of game for him, but now he was confused.

(OK THIS TOTALLY IS THE WORST THING I HAVE EVER SPAT OUT, SO DON’T JUDGE ME)

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