Parings: Walker x Leah, Charlie x Dior.
Summary: Super Bowl Sunday becomes a nightmarish event as Leah and Dior find themselves in a tragic accident.
TW: Gore, Harm.
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LAUGHTER AND LIVELY CONVERSATION FILLED THE ATMOSPHERE as the quartet from Percy Jackson and the Olympians cruised along the sun-drenched and wind-kissed streets of Southern California.
It was Super Bowl Sunday, and Charlie, Walker, Dior, and their families had gathered at Leah Jeffries' house for the evening. The teenagers relished in each other's company, indulging in scrumptious food and enjoying the warmth of familial bonds. However, at this moment, the four of them found themselves in Leah's family's golf cart, joyfully exploring the neighborhood and creating unforgettable memories.
Today held a significant and exciting moment as it was the first time both Walker and Leah, as well as Dior and Charlie, were officially in relationships. However, the public was unaware of their romantic entanglements, although they were starting to catch on.
Charlie and Dior's hands dangled out of the golf cart, fingers intertwined as they sat in the front and back seats. Walker couldn't help but smile at the sweet scene.
He shifted his body ever so slightly, tilting his head to find solace on Leah's shoulder. The touch of her velvety red hoodie brushed against his chin, creating a comforting sensation.
Leah's gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, a grin slowly forming on her lips. Gently leaning her head towards his, she whispered, "What's on your mind, lovie?"
"You've been driving for a good 10 minutes now. Let me take over. You gotta relax," Walker whispered, his voice dripping with tenderness.
Leah couldn't help but chuckle softly at his request. "Do you even know how to drive a golf cart," she inquired, her eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"Of course. It's common knowledge," Walker replied confidently.
Intrigued, Leah's eyebrow arched. Suddenly, she felt the gentle touch of his fingers, delicately pulling back her hood, planting a tender kiss upon her braids.
"Come on, Leah-Bear. Be my passenger princess, just for me," Walker entreated, a smile dancing upon his lips.
Leah's lips curved into a tender smile, radiating warmth as she skillfully steered the golf cart towards the edge of the road. With utmost care, she gradually slowed down the vehicle until it came to a graceful halt.
In a gentle manner, Walker tapped on Dior's shoulder, causing her to delicately turn her head and lock eyes with him.
"Could Leah switch seats with you?" he inquired. Dior's eyebrows furrowed slightly, displaying a hint of confusion.
"Passenger Princess," Leah playfully elucidated, a mischievous sparkle dancing in her gaze. A grin effortlessly spread across Dior's countenance as she gracefully vacated her seat. Walker's heart swelled with delight at the sight, prompting him to follow suit and disembark from his own seat. Leah scooted over, making room for Walker to take the helm beside her.
"Hey, baby," Charlie whispered as he carefully guided Dior to sit beside him, a grin playing on her lips. With their hands still entwined, she cradled it tenderly against her chest, finding solace in the warmth. Leaning against his shoulder, Charlie's smile softened as he planted a gentle kiss on her silky brown curls.
