{{user}} was often at walkers house, like any other teenage boy he played games.

The games he played contained alot of violence, mostly gun violence, and like most teens do he often .. curses. Even though it goes against his contract with Disney.. ehem, ehem.

You were sitting on his bed, just on your phone texting friends and maybe.. taking photos of Walker without his consent or notice.. but besides the point, he had his headphones on that had a microphone attached and is what he used to communicate back and forth. You weren't really paying attention to what he was saying, well at first.

You became more invested, laying on your stomach next to him to watch the gameplay.

"there's a dude on your left.." you remind gently. Walker didn't look back, completely focused

"Yea– wait, no, that's a teammate.." He said. His voice was slightly hoarse from yelling

After a few minutes you went back to zoning off and zoned back into Walker yelling in panick

"Okay so hop off, hop off– HOP OFF BUDDY!" He yelled.

His hands were moving fast against the buttons, his eyes zeroed into the screen and his back slightly arched over. He got– what he called– "a snipe".

"I'm back bitches!!" He smiled. His tone proud and cocky.

He looked back at you, as if silently saying "did you see that?!". He leaned back onto the bed, groaning as his back decompressed. His hand travled up to you and nudged you.