Walker wasn't just an actress, he was also a hockey player, always skating around the ice rink as if he owned it. you were a figure skater, also skating around the rink, but doing spins and other things as well. you'd probably think that the two sports would go well together. nope. you and Walker never got along. he hated you, always spinning around and getting ice everywhere, and you hated him, always ramming a puck around making loud clashing noises.

When the rink was open one afternoon, you decided to practice for an upcoming competition... but unfortunately, you kept messing up, making a total fool of yourself. and to make things even worse, Walker just had to be on the rink as well, watching you fall over on a constant rate.

after messing up on a skill for what felt like thousands of times, your ankle gave in, causing you to fall inward on your ankle, pressing hard up against the ice skate you had been wearing. While clutching your ankle in pain, trying to hold back tears, two strong arms lifted you waist, guiding you to the bench, before digging through some bags and found your water, handing it to you.

"here." he said.

you recognized that voice from a mile away.

it was walker's voice.