you were a writer, and walker was an actor, so it was almost funny that you two were best friends.

but it was helpful at times, like now. you were reading over a page you had written, trying to decide if the romance scene would be pleasing enough. meanwhile, Walker sat next to you in your bed, running his finger through your hair like he always did when he was bored. but he was an actor. surely he could act the scene out, and see how it made you feel, right? platonically, of course.

"Walker, could you help me with another scene?," you asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"fine.." he said. "which one?,"

"This one," you stated, trying not to sound weird. "I just need help, because I don't know what it would actually feel like."