THE SECRET OF US || W.S
The sun was just beginning to crest over the horizon as thirteen-year-old Aurelie Moreau arrived on the bustling set of Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
The air buzzed with anticipation, a blend of nerves and excitement that...
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User938 omg when is Percy Jackson season two filming - reply Aurelie🍓✓⃝ Okay so obvi comic con is In 4 days so once we finish that maybe like after a week we start filming Percy Jackson
Scar🥝✓⃝ btw she was coming back from my home - reply Aurelie🍓✓⃝ yes she was
It was a lazy afternoon, and the sun was casting a warm glow through the curtains of Aurelie's room. She was sprawled across her bed, the soft strumming of Mac DeMarco's "My Kind of Woman" playing from her speakers. The laid-back vibe of the music matched her mood perfectly, and she found herself humming along, lost in the melody.
A knock on her door broke her reverie. "Come in!" Aurelie called, sitting up as the door creaked open.
Walker stepped into the room, a shy smile on his face. "Hey, Aurelie."
"Hey, Walker," Aurelie replied, her smile widening. "Come on in."
Walker hesitated for a moment, taking in the cozy atmosphere of her room before walking over and sitting beside her on the bed. "What are you listening to?"
"Mac DeMarco," she said, passing him one of the earbuds. "He's got this chill vibe that I really like. Wanna listen?"
Walker nodded, taking the earbud and slipping it in. As the music enveloped them both, Aurelie leaned back against the headboard, feeling completely at ease in his presence. The mellow guitar riffs and dreamy lyrics filled the room, creating a soft, intimate atmosphere.
"This is nice," Walker murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Aurelie turned her head slightly to look at him. "Yeah, it is."
For a few moments, they sat in comfortable silence, letting the music do the talking. The connection between them felt stronger than words could express, a quiet understanding that they were both exactly where they wanted to be.
As the song faded into the next track, Walker shifted slightly, his shoulder brushing against Aurelie's. She felt her heart skip a beat, a warmth spreading through her chest. There was something about this moment—something that made everything else fade away, leaving just the two of them and the music.
Walker glanced at her, his blue eyes searching hers as if trying to find the right words. "Aurelie... I'm really glad we're friends."
Aurelie smiled softly, her heart fluttering. "Me too, Walker."
He hesitated, then added, "You mean a lot to me, you know that?"
She nodded, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. "You mean a lot to me too."
For a brief moment, the world seemed to stop, the only sound in the room being the gentle strumming of Mac DeMarco's guitar. Without thinking, Aurelie reached out and took Walker's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Walker squeezed back, his smile growing as he looked down at their intertwined fingers.
They stayed like that for a while, holding hands and listening to the music, neither of them needing to say anything more. It was a small, simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about their bond.
As the afternoon sun began to set, casting a golden light across the room, Aurelie realized that moments like this—quiet, unspoken, and full of meaning—were what made her connection with Walker so special. And she wouldn't trade it for anything.
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