he was sunshine, i was midnight rain

with ryan reynolds’s and blake lively as parents, everyone always expected you to be just as bubbly them. but you were the opposite. more of an introvert, keeping to yourself, etc. it was your thing.

so when your dads co-star, walker, invaded your life, you couldn’t help but neglect his friendliness. walker was labeled as a “golden retriever” boy. he was always laughing or trying to make someone laugh. always smiling. always had too much energy. and he was just your age.

but eventually, you—reluctantly—let him ease his way into your life, becoming the extrovert you didn’t know you needed. people online saw this and ran with it, calling you two the “black cat, golden retriever” duo.

and so, one day, he had dragged you out of bed and to the beach, just in time to catch sunrise. it was his favorite thing ever. walkers curls shone golden in the gentle glow of the horizon as he forced you out of your shell and into the sandy beach. he laid out a towel, sitting down and pulling you with him.

his dimples slightly poked out as he smiled out at the sun. he loved seeing you like this, out in the open, because he knew you were only yourself with him. he—carefully—wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you to his side. “so pretty,” he mumbled, his eyes on the pink sky, but he wasn’t talking about the sunset.