⌁ 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ⌁

⌁⁘ 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕨𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥 ⁘⌁

~ 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽

⟫ y/n pov ⟪

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Knock, knock, knock. I glanced up at the sound of the door and closed my book, putting my bluelight glasses atop my head as I padded to the foyer. I glanced down at myself and cursed. A sports bra? And Bluey pajama pants? What was I thinking?

I sighed and shook my head. If he doesn't want me at my worst, he can't have me at my best, that was my philosophy.

I gave the doorknob a twist and a good tug, then glanced up to meet Walker's eyes. My heart leapt. Gosh, he's so pretty. There was water dripping out of his curls and onto his face, into his eyes, and his eyelashes were clumping together from the raindrops. "Hey, kid," I breathed.

"Hi," he said quietly back.

We both froze and just stared at each other for far too long, until I finally snapped out of my daze and tugged him inside by the hand. "Do you want a towel?" I offered. "Or a blanket or anything?"

He stood in the foyer in front of me, shivering, curling in on himself. "N-no," he said. "I-I'm okay-"

I didn't buy that for a second and pulled him up the stairs to the bathroom. "Too late," I said, cutting off his protests as I plugged my blowdryer into the wall. "We're getting you dry before we do any math at all."

As I sat cross-legged in the bathroom floor in front of him, banishing the moisture from his clothing with superhot air, he closed his eyes and began to drift off. I smiled as I took the moment to admire. His blond curls framed his face perfectly, accentuating his facial structure -- his sharp jaw, his perfectly sloped nose, his full lips...

I got distracted staring at those lips for much longer than I should have, and ended up forgetting to move the dryer any. He hissed in a sharp breath and his eyes shot open as I superheated one spot on his sweatpants, just above his calf. "Oh my gosh," I said, quickly moving the air off the spot. "I am so sorry, Walker."

He chuckled, but his eyes were strained with pain. "It's okay, really. Don't worry about it, (y/n/n)." He must have seen the anxiety still in my expression, because he put a reassuring hand on my forearm and smiled down at me. "Really, I'm fine."

I relaxed under his touch and nodded. "Okay. I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "You're just trying to help. It's fine. Really."

I swallowed and nodded, clicking the hairdryer back on and going back to drying him out. He didn't move his hand.

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After he'd left the next morning and I'd ran the charger out to him, I walked back into the house and was greeted with two very stern looking parentals. "Um, did I do something wrong...?"

My mom and dad exchanged glances. "No," Dad began, "we just- we're worried about you and this Walker boy."

Mom nodded her agreement. "Yes, we think you two are much too close."

I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm sixteen, I think I can be making these decisions for myself."

That made Dad angry. "Young lady, as long as you live under our roof, we are in charge of your decisions. That means no Walker, no dates, no boys, nothing."

I scoffed and turned to my mom, expecting her to side with me. "Mom!"

She shook her head and tucked her hands into her pockets. "Sorry, (y/n/n), I'm gonna have to go with your dad on this one."