LEAH SAVA JEFFRIES
WORD COUNT : 710
disclaimer ; this is a more mature chapter, it's not smut because these are minors 😀
but if you are not comfortable with this type of writing or content please just skip, and please don't hate 🤍
I was sitting in my hotel room with Walker, going over my lines.
Walker was watching Criminal Minds with his head in my lap.
"Hey Lee," Walker spoke.
"Hi Walker," I responded, not looking up from my script.
"Leah, I have an important question. If I was in Criminal Minds, who would I be?" he questioned.
"I think you'd be Garcia. She's funny." I said, twirling one of his curls with my fingers
"You're so Spencer Reid," He stated, "He's literally like an older version of Young Sheldon. And you're like a genius, Lee,"
"Thank you very much. Walk, wanna study lines with me?" I asked. I hoped Walker hadn't studied his lines already since I was so stressed that I was learning my script so last minute.
"Leah, today's our off day," He said, looking up at me. "Didn't you already go through your script yesterday, and this morning?" Walker commented, glaring at me.
He was right . I care so much about everything that I just let it absorb me. Some days I get so focused I forget to eat or just shut people out completely.
"I know I just can't get this scene right. I keep messing this part up," I sighed, putting down my script and pushing my hair out of my face.
Walker picked up the papers and scanned over the words. His cheeks turned red as he continued reading.
"Lee this is the kiss scene, we're filming this tomorrow, right?" He asked.
"Yes," I added, flipping through the pages of the script. I could physically feel my head spinning. Why does Annabeth need to talk so much?
(AN NO HATE TO ANNABETH LOVE U QUEEN🤍)
"We could practice," He grinned as he sat up in my bed.
My head shot up. Maybe taking a break wasn't a horrible idea.
I tried to calculate every possible thing that could go wrong at this moment.
Nothing was coming to mind except for the fact that Walker and I's mothers should be coming back from dinner soon.
But that's why doors have locks on them.
( CONTENT WARNING MAKE-OUT)
AGAIN IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE SKIP AND DONT HATE
I straddled Walkers lap and his hands shot to my cheeks, holding my head in his hands while kissing me.
My hands moved to his shoulders and around his neck as his soft lips creeped down my neck.
He sucked on a spot on my neck that sent shivers up my spine. A subtle gasp escaped my lips as he picked up his head and crashed our lips together.
His tongue slid across my bottom lip and my hands tangled in his curly hair. His hands slid down to my waist and gripped my hips tightly.
That's when I heard it. The door knob moving.
I heard mumbling outside the door. I fixed Walkers hair and wiped the lip gloss of his face. I threw a script at him to pretend like we were studying.
I got up and took a deep breath before opening the door.
"Hi guys, how was dinner?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.
"It was good baby, why was the door locked?" My mom asked.
Quick Leah, think of something because you obviously can't say,
"Oh I was just in the middle of a heated makeout session with my boyfriend."
"We heard a lot of commotion outside and it was kinda weird so we locked the door so no one could come in." I said, playing with and twisting the rings on my finger.
"Okay, well how was running lines going?" Walkers mom asked as she set her bag down on the table.
"It was good." I said at the same time as Walker.
"It was great." He said with the biggest grin on his face.
"That's good, well me and Leah are going to head back to our room, We'll see you guys tomorrow," My mom said while opening the door. I slipped on my uggs and waved by to Walker.
Stupid script.
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