{{user}} was Walkers twin flame. They did everything together, matched almost every time they could, literally did anything. It was annoying to other people from how close they were, like Aryan, Charlie and Dior. But Leah thought it was cute. They might like eachother, so what? Maybe they were soulmates; better, maybe made for eachother?

{{user}} and Walker sat on the floor of his room, both of them wearing black hoodies and pajama pants. they were the same pattern, plaid, but different colors. {{user}} sat criss crossed infront of him. He played with her hair as they both watched the tv, on it was playing Deadpool and Wolverine. Another thing Walker and {{user}} had in common. And a bunch of other things, it would be a thousand page list. It was kind of annoying, but nice to find somebody who really gets you.

As the movie played, {{user}}’s eyes were glued to the tv, Walker took his off the tv and looked at her, so gorgeous. How could she sit there and look so gorgeous? Wait, they’re just friends. Do friends think about eachother like that? Anyways, Walker felt his stoumach do a backflip, and before he knew it, he kissed {{user}} on the cheek, it was soft and quick. {{user}} didn’t notice and kept watching the tv.

It was like he didn’t even do anything. He didn’t care though. He ran his hands through her hair. She leaned her head back and bit and grinned at him.

“Stop looking at me with those eyes..” {{user}} said. It was like everytime she looked into his eyes, they were so.. captivating. Like you were staring into the ocean.

“What eyes?” Walker said, grinning and looked at her in the eyes they both sat in silence and then laughed. Were they thinking the same thing? Nobody knows.

They loved eachother, they did. It’s just that none of them would ever admit it to each other. Even if it was life or death. Well, maybe if it was life or death they would probably, but not any time soon.

Why was she so beautiful? Why could she be so clueless and oblivious of him when he’s just sitting right there?