' ❛ sometimes i think i'm sad, but then i see you
and it's like i've been happy all my life ' ❜
if the music album 1989 by Taylor Swift was turned into a walker scobell fan fiction- this would be it.
*only rated mature bc of swearing
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AUTUMN 2022...
IN REAL LIFE
New York, JFK
"Why do I feel like everything's about to change?" Clara murmurs, finally breaking her stare from the plane runways and instead fixating on Walker beside her.
They're standing side by side, something that has grown to feel natural to her. He's become a constant part of her life, a sort of unfailing brightness that is becoming increasingly harder to live without. And they've been separated more often than Clara would choose, but even being completely alone in Australia is nothing compared to the loneliness she is beginning to feel.
Walker is her bestfriend.
Aryan and Charlie and Leah and Dior are also her closest companions, but there is something entirely different about Walker. Something that puts him in a completely unique category.
Walker shifts toward her. He was also watching the tarmac with slightly-piqued interest. But now Clara has his full attention and she glows underneath it.
She meets his eyes from underneath his blue baseball cap(something they both wear just to see if people would notice them less) and she sees an upset wrinkle between his brows.
"Because it is," he answers, not looking happy about his statement at all. "which i don't fucking like— by the way."
Clara finds herself laughing. She does that all the time when she's with him. Well okay, she's been told she does that all the time with anyone. But it's different with Walker. She can't explain it but it is.
"you know you say 'fuck' a lot," she observes.
"Does it bother you?" He asks, a genuine question. "I'll stop if it does. Really."
Clara feels brighter at his worry. She loves how what she thinks and likes is so important to him.
"Yes," she says solemnly, "please fucking stop fucking saying fuck." He stares at her and after a few seconds his grin cracks.
"You're funny," Walker laughs and she smiles back. But that fades fast as she watches his face and hears his happiness and she frowns.
"I really am going to miss you," Clara says with honesty and earnest. She moves a little to properly be in front of him instead of a massive window.
