gold leaf across your lips, kiss me until i can't speak, gold chain beneath your shirt, the shirt that you let me wear home

you and walker were teen actors. most teen actors banded together, becoming friends. so you were bound to cross paths with walker somehow.

and cross they did.

your friend leah, who was walkers co-star, invited you to hang out with a group of friends—which included him. the second you met him, shaking his hand, you knew it was different. he’d taken a liking to you with ease.

a few months of posting each other, hanging out way too often, and just growing closer, it didn’t take long for everyone to speculate that you were together.

the truth was that they weren’t wrong; you were, you just didn’t tell anyone. you liked being alone, but alone with him, if that made sense.

walker had this one hoodie that he was notorious for wearing. he wore it everywhere until one day, he couldn’t find it anymore.

you were on your way to his place, blissfully unaware that you were the culprit.

“hi, you,” walker greeted with a smile as he opened his door. he gestured for you to come inside, closing the door after you, before he recognized something. “hey, isn’t that my hoodie?”