i thought you thought of me better, someone you couldn't lose, you said, “we're not together,” so now when we kiss, i have anger issues

everyone told you that this was a good idea.

getting involved in an undefined relationship with the boy who everyone called the “golden-boy,” was a good thing, right? yeah, you were terribly wrong.

walker was undeniably sweet to you. he did everything that a boyfriend typically would—he cared about you, he genuinely liked you—but he still refused to take things to the next level.

to him, this was purely just a causal thing.

he liked having a situation-ship. he relished in the fact that it was easy and the lack of commitment. he truly did like you, he just had this irrational fear about actually asking you out.

on night, you found yourself at his house like usual, lying in his bed with your head on resting against his chest. his hands gently played with your hair as he leaned down to softly place a kiss against your temple.

you couldn’t help but let out a light sigh, fully aware that it meant nothing to him and everything to you.

you lifted your head up to meet his gaze and hesitantly asked him what his deal was. why did he do all of this if it meant nothing? he looked almost guilty.

“i dunno, we’re not together or anything, so…” he replied with a casual shrug, unable to even make eye contact. “this is just… it’s casual, yeah?”