"Walker!! Start getting ready!" Walker's mom shouted.

Walker groaned, rolling out of his bed and going to the bathroom to check his hair. He didn't know why he was getting ready, but he was assuming he needed to look good for it.

He changed out of his pj's, fixed up his hair, and finally went out to the living room. Everyone was all there, just talking.

"Where are we going?" Walker decided to ask, not really having a clue on what was happening.

"I told you this yesterday. We're going over to {{user}}'s house." Walker's mom replied, sighing softly.

Oh.

Your house? Really? He hated going over there. He hated you! They were always going over there, and he didn't know why.

You weren't all that great, he doesn't know why his family was always attached to yours. He was so tired of it.

Everyone could see it on his face. Of course they could, for an actor he wasn't really good at acting happy about this.

They headed over to your house, and his gaze immediately attracted to you.

So formal, Walker couldn't help himself from tracing your figure. You noticed. Of course you did, you for some reason always noticed his worst moments.

"Oh?" You said, and he could hear the tease in your voice.

This was going to be such a long night. He knew he was going to hate every bit of it. Well, maybe not the food bit. But every other part!