All's Well That Ends Well - Waleah

The Next Morning... More Like Four Hours Later

Leah's POV:

I'm lying in bed being miserable. Miserable for no other reason than the fact that I can't sleep, and need to get up early for a table read. I blame no one other than Walker for my lack of sleep. We didn't get to finish our conversation before our moms came back. Now I'm stuck here, at 2am, wondering where it could've gone. I feel like he was lying about the whole dynamic change thing, but now I guess I'll never know.

Or...

Are you awake? I can't sleep- I sent it to Walker over imessage.

Yeah I am. Want to meet on the roof?- Walker replied. A few nights ago we were bored wandering around the hotel when we realized the roof is easily accessible with no alarms. It also has a stunning view of Vancouver.

I grab my fuzzy pink crocs and pull over a giant hoodie. Last minute I decided to bring a blanket just in case we get cold.

When I reach the roof I see Walker already standing there, overlooking the city. He's got a brown hoodie on and grey sweatpants. He notices me behind me and smiles softly.

"Hey Walk." I say as I reach the edge of the roof standing close to him.

"Hi Leah."

He pulls me into his side and grabs the blanket from me, to cocoon us in the fleece's warmth. He feels like a warm cup of hot chocolate. Cozy and familiar.

"I don't think I could ever get over this view. This city is gorgeous." I look up at him, he looks like a Greek god. In the most Walker Scobell, best friend, platonic way. He's stunning.

"Walker, what's actually bugging you about the Charlie Dior thing?"

"I think the whole situation just makes me feel oblivious. I just didn't see it coming. And... and well Charlie compared me to being as oblivious as him."

"So you do like Dior?"

"No. I don't like Dior. I think maybe I just need to be more in touch with," he pauses, "with how I'm actually feeling." His eyebrows raise slightly at the emphasis on the word 'actually'. Oh. oh. Did he just confess to maybe having feelings for me? Reading in between the lines of his words. I guess he didn't actually say anything, but I'm not stupid- but I sure can act it. Choosing to play dumb my nervous mouth starts to word vomit.

"Oh I understand what you mean. I have a hard time calculating my feelings too. Especially when I'm acting. It's like "what are my feelings vs my character's feelings?'" Realizing what I just said to him, my brain processes all the possible ways he could've interpreted that. I won't take it back though. I reach for my ring again hoping maybe it's found it's way back onto my finger just to come support me for this conversation. Walker's eyes travel my hands motion.

"Yeah. You get it." He swallows a harsh gulp before I decide to blurt out

"Have you ever tried journaling?"

"Journalling?" he asks skeptically.

"Yeah Walk. Journaling. To let out all those pent up feelings. To get in touch with them." I say, throwing his words back at him.

"Okay wise girl. I'll try journalling." I snort at the Percabeth nickname he uses. Though there is something endearing about it. Sometimes we're a bit too much like our characters.

He starts up again, "we should head back inside. It's already 3am."

"Few more minutes?"
"Okay." he lowers his head onto mine and we sit in silence for a few moments. These are the moments I miss the most when I'm away from him. Our comfortable silence. The only silence I don't feel the need to interrupt. The wind is brushing his curls against my head, tickling me slightly. I let out a great big sigh, knowing that at this moment I wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

After retreating back to our separate rooms, I, for the second time tonight, am staring up at the roof trying to interpret what Walker was unconsciously telling me. As oblivious as Charlie? I mean, I guess it would have easily been guessed that he likes Dior based off of his body language alone. My brain reels as my unconscious tries to pull me in. I decided this is a conversation for Dior.

The next morning... more like 4 hours later

I hate this. I hate early mornings after barely any sleep. Thankfully though everyone knows not to test me in the mornings. Dior greets me in the lobby with a small matcha latte. I thank her and sit down waiting for the rest of the cast to get down. Man, I could fall asleep right here on this sofa.

"Bad sleep babe?" Dior asks me, as my body involuntarily slumps to the armrest while my eyes struggle to stay open.

"Yeah. It's okay. I'll take a nap when we get back." I assure her.

The rest of the gang slowly makes their way, Aryan being the last. Rick ushers us to the SUV. Walker and I take our usual spots in the very back, Rick and Aryan up front, and Daniel, Dior and Charlie in the middle row.

"Morning, Lee" he whispers to me.

"Morning, Walk," I reply, laying my head on his shoulder. Somewhere between the twists and turns of the roads, I end up snoozing back to sleep. (A/N oh my gosh guys the roads in vancouver are so bad lol. I never get carsick ever unless im in van ;p)

I wake up more and more during the table read, returning to my usual self. Table reads are always so fun. We never take them too seriously but they're also a good indicator on how the others portray their lines, making it slightly easier to quip back with ease. Rick narrating our every move always makes us giggle. Especially when he reads off 'Clarisse's sas'. I chuckle a lot at Annabeth's apprehension towards Tyson. This read is making me so excited to get back into my character, in front of the camera.

After returning back to the hotel, I followed Dior into her room. I had told her I needed to bounce some thoughts off of her. I explain the situation of how Walker claims he 'needs to get in touch with his feelings, needing to be less oblivious'. Diors' eyebrows are slightly raised and she's somewhat of a smirk trying to escape.

"Well babe I won't lie, it's not the craziest idea to think that he likes you. He's obsessed with you. Maybe Charlie's confession is sparking some confusing thoughts he didn't realize he has about you."

"I played dumb. Pretending like I wasn't picking up what he was putting down." I told her.

"Maybe you're both scared of admitting what you both feel." Yeah. Maybe.