You and Walker were boyfriends. Plain and simple high school sweethearts, the relationship everyone was envious of, you get the jist. You either went to or watched all of his movie and show premieres, and he went to all your wrestling matches. Home or away.

Tonight was another one of your matches, the last one of May to end off the school year. Which meant it was absolutely perfect. It wasn't already dark out, and the weather wasn't too hot or too cold. Plus, school was almost out for summer!?

Walker, being the basic man he was, sat by himself in his grey hoodie, blue jeans, and dusty vans at the bottom of the bleachers, getting easy access to talk to you whenever you waited for your next call.

"Heyy, handsome." Walker cooed as you sat down on the mat the rest of your teammates were on right in front of his feet, his arms coming around your neck from behind. "Ya did good out there, I'm proud."

He pressed a quick kiss to the top of your headgear, gently rubbing your arms as he watched the next match before you went back out for finals.