a/n: trigger warning, mentions of injuries, trauma - medical stuff!
"deep fears that the would would divide us."
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walker's pov:
i kissed her.
and she kissed me back.
we kissed.
it's three in the morning, and i'm sitting on the porch. my hands are shaking. i'm the last person awake. it's quiet out here. the only sounds the occasional animal or the whistling of the wind through the trees. i focus on it, in an attempt to calm my emotions.
i have never, ever felt this way about anyone before. not even in sixth grade when some random girl came up to me and flat out said, "you're my boyfriend now!" that only lasted the week. y/n and i have so much of a spark that it could start a forest fire if we aren't careful. not that i won't be careful with her, she's been through a lot and she deserves someone who knows that and loves her all the same. i'm hoping that can be me.
i should probably go to sleep. our plan tomorrow or i guess, today, is to drive down into town and go to the sunday farmer's market. i stand up and i'm halfway to the door, when the rumbling of a car pulls into the driveway. huh. it's a white jeep. a girl i recognize as brittani hops out of the passenger side, followed by a tall boy with spiky brown hair and a ridiculously strong jawline. no cupcakes this time. although, i'm glad because i was the one who had to clean them off the floor. i meet them halfway to the door. brittani is sporting a very colorful black eye. y/n's handiwork. i smirk.
"can i help you?" i ask, not sure how to approach this scenario.
"uh, yeah," brittani sneers, "we'd like to talk to y/n."
"uh huh, i don't think that's going to work, barbara," i tell her, crossing my arms over my chest.
"it's brittani." she growls.
"whatever you say, bailey."
i'm praying to all of the gods above and below that i look like someone you wouldn't want to pick a fight with because i'm way too tired for this shit.
"listen," jack smirks, "that wasn't a question. you have three seconds to get out of my way or i will knock you out. got it?"
"one, two," brittani counts, mockingly.
i hear footsteps behind me and tanner, woken up by whatever commotion we're causing comes to stand beside me.
"listen up, jackass," tanner says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "i understand that you're having some big feelings and you're having a hard time describing them with your big boy words, but you're gonna have to take them elsewhere. like a therapist or something! someone who has the time to listen to your bullshit. i don't have the credentials, so just shut the fuck up so i can go back to sleep. get it? got it? good!"
