and now you got me alone, and i say, don't look at me, i’ve got a girl at home, and everybody knows that

walker was a lot of things—a talented actor, a good friend, etc—but he sure as hell wasn’t a cheater.

in fact, much like the character he played on screen, his fatal flaw was probably his undying loyalty.

almost in resemblance of a golden retriever, he struggled to abandon the things and people that he loved. that’s why he never even let the thought of cheating on you cross his mind.

you were at the theater together, engrossed in some new movie that he convinced you to go see. you even moved the arm rest so you could sit against each other.

as the movie progressed, the popcorn between you both quickly emptied. walker, being the gentleman he was, volunteered to get another bucket, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before getting up to go to the concession stand.

the worker at the counter eyed him down with interest the entire time he ordered, but he was pretty oblivious to her gaze. once she handed him a new popcorn and he paid, he started to head off, but was stopped by her.

“hey, wait a second, cutie,” she said, grabbing onto his wrist to stop him. “leaving so soon?”

“uh, yeah. my girlfriend’s waiting for me,” he replied innocently, eyeing her hand on his skin, sensing something off about her gaze.

“orrrr you could get of here with me? my breaks in a few,” she said suggestively, sliding her hand up his lower arm. “and she doesn’t have to know.”

that did it for him.

walker raised a brow, clearly unimpressed. the corner of his mouth almost curled into a laugh, but instead, he pried her hand off his arm and scowled. “yeah, fuck off. i already said i have a girlfriend.”

with that, he turned back, pushing the theater door open and quietly making his way back to your seat. he settled back into his seat, a storm brewing in his ocean eyes

“hey,” he breathed out as he set the new popcorn down in the cupholder. he looked pretty pissed off as he pulled you closer to him.