i love everything you do, when you call me ‘fucking dumb,’ for the stupid shit i do

walkers sixteenth birthday just passed, meaning he could get his very own permit to drive now.

and he passed his permit test, meaning he knew how to drive.

so when you asked him to show you how, he agreed. you (somehow) managed to borrow your parents car and get it over to his place with the plan of driving it around an empty parking lot with him.

“the hell happened here?” he asked, pointing to the rear view mirror as you both stood outside the car.

it was duck taped to the car and barely hanging on. when you explained you accidentally bumped into a mailbox on the way there and tried to fix it, he bursted out in laughter.

“you’re so…fucking dumb,” he managed out through uncontrollable laughter, his stomach hurting from how hard he was laughing.