"okay, so," walker started hesitantly. "will you be my girlfriend?"
i stare at him, silent. in shock, i do nothing but blink at him.
"shit. i-i mean fake girlfriend. i should've specified." he sputtered, smiling awkwardly.
"yeah, you should've."
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walker had dried off and changed his clothes. i always had some of his at my house because of how often he came over.
"so, walker," i spoke up. we were in the kitchen getting something to eat, because after walker changed, he decided to announce he was hungry.
"what?"
"you show up at my house in the pouring rain around night time to tell me you love me . . . what's the backstory behind that?" what can i say, it was a question i wanted answers to.
he freezes. was his answer that bad? "well, uh, i dunno. i wanted you to know how i felt."
i raise a brow. that wasn't the full story.
walker sighs, visibly giving in. "um, the whole thing was kinda keeping me up, y'know? so i wanted to tell you how i felt, but then i got worried i might never do it, so i was like 'no time better than the present!', and came to your house." he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.
"that's kinda sweet. thanks, walk."
"for what?"
"telling me. it's been keeping me up, too." i shrug, and then the microwave beeps.
i dump the popcorn in a bowl and we go to my room. we sit down on my bed, and i grab the remote. i pause for a second. me and walker sitting on a bed . . after just confessing that we're in love with each other, and kissing . . .
totally normal stuff.
"we should watch spiderman," i say.
"i was gonna suggest iron-man." walker remarks.
"we can watch iron-man later, then." i go to disney+.
"um, why not now?"
"because i want to watch spiderman." i respond.
"well, i want to watch iron-man." walker insists.
"well, that's too bad." i shrug.
"the customer is always right, y/n." walker protests.
i turn my head to look at him. "you're not a customer??"
