carry me home, rice on the ground, looks like snow, call my bluff, call you “babe,” have my back, yeah, everyday, feels like home, stay in bed the whole weekend, it's nice to have a friend

it started as just friends.

you and walker were paired together in science, and became friends quickly. since you lived so close, he’d always walk home from school with you.

but he kept pushing it, trying new things, subtly flirting, inviting you over all the time, and always having your back. it was nice to have a friend, so you always hung out with him. and - just maybe - you also liked having a little more than a friend.

“your poor feet,” walker pointed out, sarcastically. you were walking home after spending a weekend night out with him. he definitely pushed it tonight (much to your liking). he was calling you new nicknames and invading your personal space as much as you’d let.

“here, babe, let me carry you,” he said, bending over slightly and motioning for you to hop onto his back. he was offering a free piggyback ride, and who would decline that?