Leah's POV:
"I'll get a rootbeer, please," Aryan says to the waitress beside me. We're out with the cast for dinner, it's officially my birthday and as much as I told them we didn't need to, they all insisted that we celebrate. I chose an Italian restaurant near the coast. I have Aryan to my left and Walker to my right. Across from us we have Daniel, Dior and Charlie. We also have Rick and a few of the directors joining us.
Walker and I have been dating for a few days and it's been so much fun. Just having this secret is fun, but we've been sneaking small touches here and there. The other day Dior had walked into my trailer without any notice and thankfully Walker and I were not kissing. Though, after she did pester me about how close we were sitting, I played it off as cool as I could.
I feel Walker's hand brush mine and I look up at him.
"You okay?" he asks, bring my hand into his beneath the table.
"I'm hungry." Hangry would probably be a better word. I haven't eaten since noon and we filmed pretty much all day so I'm also exhausted. Walker pulls out a jolly rancher from his pocket, the red one, and hands it to me. "Thank you," I tell him, "This is perfect." he laughs as he opens up his own jolly rancher, the blue one. We suck on our candies when the conversation switches to Charlie and Dior's relationship.
"I don't know, I just feel like we could totally win 'couple of the year'." Charlie says after when someone brought up how they should do a Celebrity Couple of The Year at the MTVs.
"You're joking, right?" Aryan starts, "even if it was real, you guys would never beat out Tom and Zendaya."
"Or Ryan and Blake," Walker adds.
"Or Robert Pattinson and Suki Waterhouse," Dior adds in, Charlie gives her a joking look of betrayal.
"Oooh or Tate McRae and Kid Laroi?" I joined in, considering it would be couple of the year, not couple of the decade. Who knows if Ryan and Blake would even still qualify.
Daniel speaks up and joins the conversation, "Yeah okay but if it was real Walker and Leah would totally take home that award."
Walker and I playfully roll our eyes at the table, while they're all in agreement that we would win. I don't totally disagree, we could totally win that award, though that doesn't mean the table needs to know that.
Our dinners arrived and I couldn't be happier. I practically inhale as much as I can but the dish is huge so I'll get to take some home. I could keep it for a midnight snack, or maybe give it to my mom. I had gotten the lasagna. Walker finished his gnocchi dish just as fast as I did. I'm finally feeling like myself again.
Dior decides it's time for presents and decides that I have to open hers first. She got me these beautiful jeans, they're a light wash blue with white lace cascading down the back, they say they'll fit mom jean style. She hands me a smaller bag and inside is a head scarf with matching lace as the jeans, it's absolutely beautiful. I thank her and give her a big giant hug.
Next Aryan hands me a gift, "It's from Daniel and I." haha of course it is. I thank them both and open it, inside is this beautiful crossbody Coach bag. It's the classic pattern and I absolutely love it! It's gonna look great with the jeans Dior had given me. Charlie hands me his gift next, it's this pair of grey Adidas Sambas that I had hinted at Charlie that I wanted last week. I was totally hoping he'd get them for me for my birthday, and I am very thankful he did. I give him a giant hug, joking around "How'd you know?" as if I didn't send him the link with my exact size. Maybe I didn't just 'hint' it...
Walker hands me a gift and I'm a bit confused, considering he'd already gotten me the necklace, and had given it to me in banff. He smiles that great big Walker smile of his and I start to open the wrapping. I pull out a sea-blue coloured sweater. It has big bold letters that spell Partners in Crime and beneath is a photo we had taken last year with Aryan. I burst out laughing looking at the sweater and everyone's wondering what could possibly make the sweater that funny. I turn around the sweater showing everyone and realize there's a second matching sweater in the bag for Walker. These are awesome.
"Jee thanks guys. Sweaters that testify how much of bullies you guys are," Aryan says, pretending to be hurt.
"Thanks for all the presents you guys, this pretty much makes up an entire awesome outfit." I thank all of them with a hug.
(Breaking bad spoilers i guess)
Walker and I are now sat in front of the TV watching Breaking Bad. We're both in our matching sweaters and Walker his arm curled around me. I'm nuzzled up into his chest and he plants a kiss on my forehead. I tilt my head up and kiss him on the lips. His lips are so soft.
"Did you have a good birthday, Leah?"
"I had the best birthday, thank you." I say as I squeeze in closer to him.
"Wait, who just died?"
"His girlfriend"
"Who's girlfriend?"
"Jesse's. Walker, are you even watching the show?" I ask, looking back over my shoulder at him. He's just smirking at me before grabbing my face pulling me closer to him. He kisses me, before asking, "Do you want to go on a date with me?" he's got the cheesiest smile on his face.
"I'd love to," I say, returning the cheesy grin.
"I saw this beautiful garden, we could maybe take a walk down. Maybe get some bubble tea? I dunno, I've never been on a date." he says, finishing off a little bit nervous.
"That sounds like a great idea! Maybe go down to the pier too."
"Perfect. Friday morning work?" We have the day off and then resume filming Saturday morning.
"Sounds like a date."
A/N woowee. Me again. As you can tell my creative juices are NOT flowing. But I am determined to put out three chapters today and I will.
ALSO D23. So fun. But give me thalia now plz
Let's talk about toy story 5. Another toy story? I just want a second Luca film. Call it Alberto.
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