"The stakes are high, the water's rough
But this love is ours"
When two rising actors fall in love through subtle gestures and longing stares.
walker scobell x fem!oc
all original characters are under copyright. i am not associated with walker or...
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"Lost my gloves, you give me one "Wanna hang out?" Yeah, sounds like fun."
Florence had fallen over.
Again.
Walker had been once again trying to teach her how to ski. She was failing. And she didn't know why.
Yesterday she was doing fine. Well, even. Today was just not her day. She had fallen over too many times to count. Walker wouldn't stop laughing at her. It was very annoying.
Whenever she would fall over, his arms would wrap around her waist, pulling her back to a standing position. He would be laughing the entire time, as her pulled her in for her 'its ok that you fell over' hug.
The hug lasted a few seconds, he would pull back and stare into her eyes as if he was staring into her soul. The typical 'are you ok?' question would be asked and then they would make there way down to the bottom to try again.
Maybe that was why she kept falling over.
It was shocking to her that people were able to do this. She didn't get it. Fall over and get back up again without issue. She felt stupid falling over. People would look at her. Attention was not wanted in a situation were you looked stupid.
Sure, she loved the fans and she loved acting and everything that camd with it but sometimes she just wished she was a normal kid. Pressure was not her strong suit.
Sometimes she just wished she could block the voices out. The voices that dug at her, that insulted her, that haunted her every move.
But she couldn't.
So she tried to go on with life. She made friends that made her comfortable. The voices would come back every now and then. But she had people to block them out.
And for that she is forever grateful.
"Florrie? You good."
Walker looked at her staring down at the slope in front of her. She had gotten lost in her thoughts. His eyes stared into hers.
"Yeah, Walks. One more, then we'll have a break?"
"Sure, Sunshine."
"Dude, it's snowing."
"It rhymed."
"Yeah. Sure."
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"Owww"
"You good?"
"Yes Walker. I'm perfectly fine. I just fell over onto my ass."
"Right. Umm. Sorry."
"All good. Actually, not good."
"What! Are you ok? Do you need ice? I can ge-"
"My gloves ripped."
"Your gloves ripped."
"Yes."
Walker stared at her, deadpan look on her face. He looked like he was trying to keep a straight face. He was failing.
Soon enough he erupted into giggles. Falling down onto the floor beside her, his hands grabbed hers, rubbing them together with his gloves.
The two of them stayed on the floor for a few minutes just laughing.
"You can have my gloves if you want."
"You keep them Walks."
"No have them." Walker pushed the gloves into Flo's hand.
She pushed them back.
"There yours."
Flo looked into his eyes again. She got lost into waves that seemed to lap against his irises. Now they seemed to show a hot summers day on a beach. Soft sand and then waves of light blue. She wanted to bath in them forever.
Walker eyes were very pretty. They were her everything. Why was one allowed to have such pretty eyes.
"You have one, I'll have one. Agree."
"Ok."
Florence just stayed there. Starinmg into his eyes, not noticing the light coat of blush that encompassed his cheeks, or maybe she did and she put it down to the cold weather.
Dust-like snow colllected on her pined up hair. She smiled at him. He was adorable.
Adorable in a totally platonic way.
"As much as i love young love, you two love birds need to move of the path. Your blocking the way. I let it off for a few minutes but after the five minute intense staring contest."
The two of them jumped apart. Hands detached from one another and tomato faces ensured.
"Ah- we ah."
Walker died inside. Him and Flo being interpreted as a couple might just be the best thing he has every heard.
"Were not- ah."
Flo was dead inside. People though her and Walker were a couple. Maybe we acted to couple-y. Maybe she should back of on the eye contact and hand holding.
"We're not a couple." Walker finally managed to get the words out.
"Oh sorry kids, you just looked like one. Anyway, please move."
The two of the waddled of the snow standing metres apart both lost in their own thoughts.
Walker didn't want them to be a couple. Right? He would never want that. He just said that they weren't. They are just friends. Right? She didn't like him, her didn't like her. They were just really good friends. Great friends, even.
They had always been close. Like hand holding and hugs. When Walker's head landed on her lap on the plane she had grinned. He was comfortable around her. Thats what she thought it ment. Maybe it was too romantic.
Should she stop?
She should. Shouldn't she.
Walker didn't want a romantic relationship. Even if he did it wouldn't be with her. She wasn't good enough, surely.
She would stop.
No hugs. Nothing that could lean into a romantic relationship.
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word count: 938
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authors note:
welcome to the start of the plot. enjoy a full real-life chapter and enjoy happiness while it lasts.
thanks for reading and please comment i love reading them.
