Walker and you, not enemies… not lovers. Think of it like a sandbox crush.

Not like you despised Walker, you despised the rumors that followed him. “Him and Leah..” or “Walkers girlfriend?!” And it was just some random girl at a fan sign. You guessed you were jealous.

You needed someone to blame. Because it’s embarrassing to be this worried about someone who you liked. So you blamed him.

Walker and you were half dating, half talking. Not even he was sure.

One day, Walker was out of set and walking around the plaza trying to think of anything other than you. Just as you were doing the same about him.

You ran into his chest. Before you could think you pushed him away and when you tried to keep walking, he grabbed you and pulled you into a kiss. It was gentle. Kind. Everything the rumors made you believe he wasn’t.

The kiss was warm. Wasn’t lustful, maybe something you both yearned for.

“{{user}}” he whispered. Then his blue eyes looked into yours, hoping to understand why you were avoiding him. But nonetheless he was too afraid to ask.