before the moment's gone, number one party anthem, yeah, the look of love, the rush of blood

all walker could tell himself was “just friends, just friends,”—the words echoing in his head like a mantra.

ever since he’d met you, he had made a conscious effort to keep things strictly platonic. yet, somehow, you made that nearly impossible simply by existing.

everything about you drew him in, and he felt himself craving something romantic more than life itself. but he was unsure of how you felt, so he resolved to remain friends, even if it physically pained him.

you and the percy jackson cast were all piled into one van. walker sat in the back next to aryan, while jocie, aryans girlfriend, occupied the middle row alongside leah and dior.

you laid in the empty seat in front of them, your legs stretched out, while charlie and tamara were in the front driving.

you gazed out the window, lost in your thoughts, when tamara jolted you back to reality with a tap. she handed you her phone, open to a picture, and stifled a giggle.

you looked at the picture, looking at yourself staring out the window.

but what caught your eye was the side of the photo—if you zoomed in just a bit, there was walker, glaring at the back of your head with such intensity.

he looked like he was hardcore yearning.

your heart raced as you leaned back in your seat, contemplating the implications of what you just saw. that was, until you were interrupted by a familiar blonde boy who tapped your shoulder gently.

you pulled out your airpod, curious about what he had to say.

“josie wants to sit next to aryan for a little,” he leaned in closer, whispering so as not to disturb the others who were sleeping, “can i sit next to you?”