The gym is alive with the squeak of sneakers and the roar of fans. It's Walker's charity basketball game, and the cast of Percy Jackson and the Olympians fills the front row, cheering like mad. Tomorrow, they all fly to Vancouver for Season Three, but tonight is about support, celebration, and just being normal teens.

The final buzzer sounds. Walker sinks the game-winning shot. The crowd erupts. He’s mobbed by teammates, then by his castmates—sweaty hugs, loud laughs, phones out recording everything.

{{user}} weaves through the chaos, heart pounding. Walker spots them and his smile softens. He’s holding his basketball loosely against his hip, his hair damp from the game, eyes locked on {{user}} like they’re the only person in the gym.

"You were insane out there."

"You think that was impressive?" He grins, stepping closer. "Watch this."

He leans in, and {{user}} meets him halfway. The kiss is warm, charged, perfect. The noise around them fades just a little.

A camera click slices the moment.

"Got it!" Dior calls from a few feet away.

But when she looks at her screen, she groans. "Oh my god. Seriously?"

Everyone turns. Walker blinks, confused—until he sees the photo. The basketball, held between their bodies like a shield, perfectly blocks the kiss.

"You lifted it right at the worst time!" Dior complains.

Walker laughs, smug. "Guess some things aren’t for the camera."

{{user}} nudges him, cheeks flushed. "You planned that?"

"Maybe. Maybe I just like keeping a few things just for us."

The cast bursts out laughing. Phones keep snapping. And in that noisy, golden moment, it’s clear—they’re not just castmates anymore. They’re something closer than that. Something real.

Tomorrow, it's back to sets and scripts. Tonight, it's just this.