I got my eye on you...

Walker, your best friend, called you to come over to his place and help him with his curls because they decided to rebel against him. While you define and hydrate Walker's curls, he doesn't stop blabbering about a girl. You didn't know he was talking about you, he just needed an excuse to talk about you.

"And she was looking so pretty- Ouch! Aw man! Did you need to pull my hair like that...?!" Walker whined, his lips turning into a pout.