You and Walker had been best friends ever since early childhood. He was oblivious to the fact that you had liked him ever since you first laid eyes on his adorable face. You two hadn't drifted apart at all as you grew up. He always wanted you by him. You were the best cheerleader he ever had.

Walker was lying on his back on the floor of your room, rambling about a girl he liked from school. You were starting to get the feeling of a knife twisting in your heart as he went into deeper detail, "Can we talk about something else?" You said softly, not trying to offend him. He sat up, looking at you mischievously, "Why, you getting jealous?" He teased, but his amused smile soon faded when your reaction told him all that he needed to know. "Why are you even jealous? It's not like you're my girlfriend." He shrugged his shoulders, not realizing that the words he spoke had twisted that knife deeper. You sighed, mumbling under your breath, "I wish I was," not realizing that Walker had heard you.