coast ; walker scobell

ten.

Upon waking up in Walker's arms, I am too dishevelled and confused to escape, instead nestling further into the delicious source of warmth he provides. I almost scream when I feel him stir behind me, arm tightening around my waist. His other hand is caught in my hair, idly stroking my scalp. Why didn't I wake up early? 

"I'll do the duet," he drawls, causing me to lurch forward and turn around like I've been caught doing a crime. I clear my throat casually, crossing my legs whilst my eyes hungrily drink in our surroundings in search of my notebook. He reveals where it's in his grasp. "I only read the duet," he assures me. "Nothing else." 

I am such an idiot. 

"I didn't realise I was so tired," I grumble. 

"Yeah, It's past twelve. Aryan showed up saying you two had lunch, but I kicked him out." 

I smirk. "I'm hungry," I complain. I'm not. 

"We can go somewhere," Walker replies casually, pulling himself up to sit. He's wearing the black joggers he had on last night and a boring t-shirt that somehow looks dazzling when he sports it. I blink, looking up to see the sun rushing into the room, searching for every shrivel of dark space to light. I probably look like a rodent. 

"I'm gonna shower," I sigh finally, pulling myself up to my feet drowsily. I look back at the notebook in his hands. He's probably already figured me out. "You can read through it, if you want." 

He's already on the first page, flicking through slowly, when I've grabbed everything to shower.