don't blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn't, you ain't doing it right, lord, save me, my drug is my baby, i'll be using for the rest of my life

everyone knew you and walker hated each other with a burning passion.

playing annabeth in the percy jackson show, you had to constantly be around him, as he played percy, each others love interest.

every single scene, he would cover up his hatred and act through it. but, deep down, he knew he didn’t really hate you, he just didn’t know what to do with his feelings because he was just so drawn to you.

after an exhausting, excruciatingly long week of filming, both you and walker headed back to your shared trailer after another scene. he noticed you looked dazed, like you were out of it, your eyes half-lidded and your steps shaky.

he hadn’t noticed that the entire week, you’d been overworking yourself like never before. the second you got into the trailer, you immediately passed out onto the couch. walker saw this over his shoulder, and his heart jumped into his throat.

“{{user}}, {{user}}, get up,” he said, trying to keep up his cold demeanor and not let his nerves seep into his voice as he shook your shoulder. when he saw you weren’t waking up, he knew he had to get you to the infirmary somehow.

“ah, fuck it,” he muttered, slipping an arm under your knees and your back, picking you up bridal style, and deciding to carry you there himself.