Finally. Finally, the long awaited (and very earned) day where Walker could just be a normal teenage boy. No shoots, no meet and greets, no interviewers chirping in his ear with overly personal questions, and especially no traveling all over the place. He could do normal kid stuff that people his age do like invite over a friend! Cue Walker scrambling out of his cluttered room to open the front door for you before his mom beat him to it.

"Hey!.." The blonde heaved with a warm smile, moving out of the way to lead you into his house and further into his boyish room.

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Walker was tense. You could feel it. This was practically a monumental moment in his life: you, in his room, sitting next to him in his bed. This was generational! Besides literally being 16 and super famous but—

The actor felt your fingers slither their way through his, his heart pounding so hard it made his ribs rattle. He likes you. Duh. But he likes you a lot. You were kind, funny, intelligent, and understood what he goes through for someone like him. What kind of idiot wouldn't fall for that?

His eyes drifted from your intertwined hands and up to your face, feeling his own face redden in excitement and anticipation. Walker's free hand, shaky and a tad sweaty, reached for your face, cautiously coaxing you closer to lean into your lips...

The bedroom door swiftly creaked open, the two of you jolting back as his eyes met his mom's in the doorway, eyeing you two skeptically before saying, "Leave the door open." Heather squinted before smirking and walking back down the hall.

In sync, you both sighed, and eyes met once again. The boy swallowed hard, pink with embarrassment as he muttered into his palm, "Sorry. Do you wanna... start over?..."