we met a few weeks ago, now you try on calling me, baby, like trying on clothes

last year, your family made the decision to move from your town to a town in pennsylvania. that meant you had to transfer schools, and move in to a whole different space. and you had no idea where you were going or what you were doing.

the school took pity on you, assigning you someone to show you around.

they said that a boy named walker would help you out. apparently, he lived on your new block and was some teen actor. eventually, this walker guy really did show you around school, and also helped you catch up on your work, invited you to sit with him, etc. you became really good friends with him pretty quickly.

though, the boy was completely infatuated with you. you lived close, you shared almost all of his interests, you had a good personality, you were pretty, what more could he want?

so, he was at your house, helping you with your homework like usual. you were doing a problem when your pencil fell onto the floor by his feet. you asked him if he could pick it up.

“yeah, baby, of course,” he said as he leaned down to pick it up, the name slipping right out of his mouth, and his face reddened almost immediately.