iv. i could've spent forever

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"with your hands in my pockets."

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walker's pov: 

this girl. i don't even know her, but i want to know all of her. i want to notice the little things and smile at the big things. i've never thought of someone like this. like they could possibly be more to me than anything i can put into words. it's too bad she's only my fake girlfriend. 

she's petting shark when she looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes. they're warm and full of happiness, but i can see something behind that. a dull glint of something sadder. i shake it off. i probably just imagined that.

"so walker, is that all that you came here to do? just ask me to be your fake girlfriend and then leave?" 

i guess i should probably like take her on a date or something? (you think?)

"actually princess, i thought we could like go get some ice cream?"

her face immediately lights up. butterflies explode in my stomach.

"YES!" she looks sheepish after that, "i mean, i'd love to."  i laugh. 

then i hold out my hand.

"let's go."

y/n's pov:

the next thing i know, i'm walking down the street with walker, our fingers tangled together, swinging between us. 

i really needed this. after earlier and everything, but he doesn't need to know that.

we get to the ice cream place and as soon as we walk in, a blast of freezing cold air conditioning swirls around me. it feels so nice after being in the blazing sun earlier. best believe i applied an ungodly amount of sunscreen before i left. i made walker put some on too. he definitely burns. 

"i'll have y/ic/f (your ice cream flavor)" i tell the cashier.

walker asks for mint chocolate chip... which is absolutely disgusting honestly. ick.

we head over to the booth and before i even start devouring my ice cream, he says, "we need to get our story straight." 

can he shut up so i can eat in peace.

i pretend to think for a minute. 

"how about we just tell them that i'm your neighbor and we met one day at the pool and you liked me ever since."

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