years of labor, locks and ceilings, in the shade of how he was feeling, but it's gonna be alright, i did my time, now pretty baby, i'm running back home to you, fresh out the slammer, i know who my first call will be to

ever since he met you on his first day of middle school, walker had the biggest crush on you. he quickly gained your friendship just by being the decent guy that he was, but he craved more. he wanted to love you, to date you.

but last year, you fell into a relationship with someone walker described as an ‘insecure prick who didn’t deserve you.’ walker hated his guts, he hated every single time you would get upset because you had another fight with him because your boyfriend would only treat you right when he felt like it.

it literally enraged walker, and it filled him with indescribable envy. if he was your boyfriend, he wouldn’t treat you like that. he knew you knew that, too. you weren’t stupid, you didn’t miss the signs that walker gave you. whenever he insulted your boyfriend, when he would comfort you after fights, when he stuck by you when your own boyfriend didn’t.

so now, on valentine’s day, he headed to your room with flowers in hand. he already knew your asshole boyfriend would forget to get you something again, so he took it upon himself to get you something. what he didn’t expect was to walk into your room and see a mess of you, fully fleshed in tears. apparently, your boyfriend decided to break up with you on the one day he should be spending loving you.

“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, worry laced through his tone. he quickly discarded the flowers on your dresser and hurried over to your bed, sitting down on the edge.