my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now i'm covered, clover blooms in the fields, spring breaks loose, the time is near, what would he do if he found us out?

walker scobell, your best friend, was seen as a bad influence by your parents, especially your dad. for the longest time, they refused to let you be friends with him. they argued that since he was pretty famous, people would be invasive in your life too. but that didn’t stop walker, not one bit.

eventually, a few months ago, he garnered up the courage to finally ask you out. you rejected him at first, not because you didn’t like him back (which you really did), but because your dad would disapprove. but walker wouldn’t let you shut him out just because someone else said no.

so, you both began dating in secret. sometimes, he would sneak you out at night, sometimes he would sneak in. he would take you on perfect little dates, disguising them as harmless ‘hang outs’. of course, you didn’t say they were with him, but covered it as being at, your girl best friend, scarlett’s house.

one night, you had snuck out to walkers house. you told your dad you were sleeping at scarlett’s once again. you were in his bed, wrapped in his arms like always. he played with a strand of your hair, listening to you tell him about your day. just as he was about to say something, your phone exploded with notifications. a few frantic texts from scarlett and a million calls and texts from your dad.

“where the hell are you?!” one read. fuck.