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y/n's pov:
i am not a morning person. never have been, probably never will be, but i promised my nana that i would check on her garden and water her plants this morning, so she could sleep in.
her dogs, two greyhounds named pepper and shark, greet me at the top of the stairs. they shove their noses into my sides and look up at me, like they're expecting treats. i pat shark on the head and head down to the kitchen.
i'm tiptoeing my way down the stairs when my phone buzzes in my back pocket. i pull it out to see a text from my best friend, mira, who apparently is a morning person. i open it to see that it's an edit of a blonde kid with curly hair and sky blue eyes. a blonde kid.. with curly hair and sky blue eyes.
holy shit. it's that walker kid from next door.
he's famous? what have i seen him in?
i turn the volume up, so i can hear the song playing in the background. mirrors. not surprising. i save the edit and text mira back.
me: pooks ur never gonna believe who's living next door to me...
mira: WHO??
me: WALKER SCOBELL.
mira: OH MY GOD?? Y/N. HE'S LITERALLY UR TYPE. HOW DID U NOT RECOGNIZE HIM
me: idk i was distracted 😖
mira: by him...
i roll my eyes and pocket my phone. he probably has a girlfriend. or an overprotective fanbase. or both honestly. besides, i've sworn off boys. they've done nothing but make me cry.
outside, the sun has almost risen all the way, painting the sky in shades of yellows, oranges, pinks, and blue. blue like walker's eyes. i rub my head. i need to stop with this nonsense.
i head over to the hose and set it to the gentlest setting, humming as i water the plants.
i'm halfway done, when i feel a tap on my shoulder. i turn around and walker is standing right behind me, hand poised to tap again, a smirk curves at the corners of his mouth. i almost drop the hose. he's wearing a dark blue muscle tee and running shorts. sweat trickles down his forehead and past the headphones around his neck. he looks good.
i must've been staring or something because he says, "you know, it's not polite to stare."
"who said i was staring."
he snorts. "i can basically see the hearts in your eyes, princess."
princess? who does this man child think he is.
"oh shut up, you wish girls would look at you like that."
he shakes his head, but i see the corners up his lips turn up in a smile.
"i was going to ask you something, but since you don't seem to care... i'll just leave." he sighs.
he turns to go, but i reach out and grab his arm. his muscled arm.
"wait."
i pull him back, cross my arms over my chest, and level him with a "just tell me before i decide i actually don't want to know" stare.
"what do you want, walker."
"i.. wait.. how do you know my name?" he questions.
oops! maybe it's time to quit eavesdropping.
"i.... heard um your sister say it yesterday! while i was reading!"
he eyes me. "i saw you. what were you reading?"
i smile up at him.
"percy jackson and the last olympian."
he laughs. i decide right then and there that his laugh is my new favorite sound. maybe even more than taylor swift.
"cute." he smirks at me.
i pretend not to notice. or care that this gorgeous specimen of boy has graced my presence.
"whatever," i retort, "are we done here? i have plants to water."
"jeez, didn't know i was being such a problem", he hold his hands up, "i just wanted to talk to the cute girl who lives next door."
my heart skips a fucking beat. don't fall for it, don't fall for it, don't fall for it, don't..
i let out a huff.
"sorry, that was mean. i just have a lot do to today." i tell him.
he raises an eyebrow.
"do you think you could make some time for me in you busy schedule?"
i stare at him. what the fuck? i've known him for all of three seconds and he's asking me for the time of day? but be for real, i would be an idiot to turn him down.
i manage to choke out a maybe, then abruptly turn around and speed walk up the driveway.
"great, i'll pick you up at three!" he calls after me.
i turn around just in time to see him jog away and as soon as he's out of sight, i slump against the wall, defeated.
this is such a bad idea.
walker's pov:
as i ran back to my house, i realized that i never asked for her name.
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another short one 🙌 the next one will be longer trust.
