"Off limits!" (A Walker Scobell x reader)

Dinner?

When we get into the pool we stay in for awhile.

We got there at like 2:00pm, so we have awhile.

Around four o'clock we get out of the pool for a few minutes because Connor had to get 

picked up to go home so he could drive to his friends house.

"Okay, I'm going to the bathroom I'll be right back." Brady says and salutes and jogs away.

Walker and I stand there for a minute. I turn to him. "You wanna go down the waterslide?" I ask.

"Oh, hell yeah!" He starts running "race you!"

I run right after him.

He gets there first, obviously. But only because he had a head start.

He slides down first and I follow quick after, accidentally hitting him when I come out of it. We come up out of the water laughing our heads off.

I look up and see an unhappy Brady staring back at me. Walker is faced away from him, so on,y I can see him. 

Brady just shrugs and cannonballs in.

I let out a sigh of relief.

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Around seven o'clock were all swam out. We get out of the pool and wrap towels around ourselves.

"Do you guys wanna get dinner here? Or we could pick something up. I mean or we could make it at home but I'm pretty sure y/n is the only one who wouldn't burn the whole house down." Brady suggests.

"I mean I'm down for either." Walker shrugs.

"Okay, can't lie, I really want pasta, and they don't have that here or probably on the way home. So if you guys are down for pasta I can make some at home." I shrug.

"Bro, please, please bro." Brady begs Walker. "Dude as much as I deny it that pasta is bomb as hell." 

"Yeah, that sounds good to me" Walker smiles and shrugs.

We pack up our stuff and practically run to the car. Brady first, then Walker, than myself.

My flip flops click black behind me and my towel swishes.

"I call shotgun!" Walker yells. 

"Damnit!" I yell back.