Chapter 1

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 Walker's pov

  This week starts the filming of season 2 of Percy Jackson! I am so pumped. We are filming in Vancouver so I have to fly over then and meet the cast. I am in my moms mini van driving to the airport. I hate flying, I mean really hate it. This time I am doing it alone and my mom is meeting up in Vancouver in a few weeks. My mom set her hand on my bouncing knee without looking away from the road. The silent gesture made me feel so much better. I started to think about other things besides putting my life in the hands of metal and bolts. I am so excited to see the cast, especially Leah.

Don't get me wrong I love the cast but Leah.....what can I say she's my best friend. I board the plane and I take my seat. I texted Leah basically the whole time to get my mind off of being a thousand feet in the air. After I got off I headed to the hotel, it was called..... well actually I can't remember but something fancy sounding. After what feels like days I make it to the hotel and I am greeted by hugs from the whole cast.... Except Leah. "Where's Leah?" I ask. "Jeez Scobell, not even a hello?" Snicked Dior. I just looked at her until she answered me.

"Fine, fine" she laughed, " Leah is just upstairs getting ready for dinner." At the thought of dinner I got excited, after such a long day I completely forgot that Rick is taking us out to dinner to celebrate the start of season 2! I was deep in a conversation with Daniel about his eye situation for Tyson when I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

"Walker" Leah called! I turned around and was met by Leah throwing her arms around my shoulders. I stumbled back trying to stay balanced then I put my arms around Leah. I pull back and look at her. "Wow" I breathed "you look gorgeous!" She laughed and did a little spin then she looked at me and I swear I saw her blush.

"You look good too Walker" she said. We walked over to the rest of the cast and waited for Rick. When he got there he drove us to the restaurant. I sat down and Leah sat down next to me. We talked for the majority of the time. I noticed that something was bothering her but I couldn't tell what. Finally I just asked her "Leah what's wrong?" She shrugged "nothing" . I just looked at her and she refused to meet my eyes. "Leah" I pushed. "Okay" she whispered "but you can't be mad"

I lightly placed my hand on her knee "Leah I could never be mad at you" I half way through that sentence I realized that the conversation at the table had stopped and all eyes were on me and Leah. It wasn't until then that I realized how intimate our interaction was, and how close our faces were.

I turned bright red, cleared my throat and said "what?" in a very nonchalant way. They all just looked at me with very knowing expressions. I ignored them and turned my attention back to Leah.

"Okay" I said my voice was almost so quiet I couldn't hear it. "What's wrong? I promise no matter what is going on I won't be mad" my hand was still in her knee. She took a deep breath and whispered "I watched the next episode last night." The whole table reels back in shock. They know that we have a special show but they don't know what show it was. It took me a minute to realize what she meant but when I did I jumped back and yelled "what?! Leah, you watched dance moms without me!"

"Sorry I didn't mean to, I was rewatching the episode before it and I just didn't turn it off! And if it makes you feel any better I will fall asleep half way through it though!" I looked at her and laughed "no you didn't" "no I didn't"she laughed back. I noticed my hand was still on her knee and she noticed too, we locked eyes for a few seconds and my heartbeat picked up and I quickly took my hand off.

We looked away and back to the group. No said anything for a few minutes until Rick said "anyways did you guys get a chance to look at the script for next week?" Everyone just nodded and thankfully that lead everyone into a conversation about filming. Averting the attention away from me and Leah. 

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