A Tale as Old as Time

Chapter 7

Walkers pov

So things with Leah were tense yesterday. I couldn't have been the only one who felt the tension, could I?

Anyways I am having the gang over to my house tonight, just to hang out. I had to beg my mom to host 6 people, we have Leah Aryan Dior Charlie Tamara and Daniel! Once everyone came we went down to the basement and sat on the couch.

We went back and forth trying to decide what to do, the Aryan spoke up. Aryan clapped his hands, an all-too-familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. "Alright, people! It's time for the game of all games. The game that reveals all secrets: Truth or Dare!"

Dior leaning back against the wall, raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't that a bit... childish?"

"Exactly," Aryan grinned. "But it's also hilarious. Plus, we're all sitting around here like a bunch of bored kids at a sleepover, so why not?"

Leah shrugged. "I'm in."

Tamara smirked. "Let's see how honest you all are."

I groaned, already sensing where this was going. "This is going to be painful, isn't it?"

Charlie patted my shoulder, grinning. "You're stuck here, might as well enjoy it."

I leaned forward. "Alright, Aryan. Since this was your you go first, truth or dare?"

Aryan smirked, "okay gladly, dare"

"Ooh bold choice....i dare you to let each of us put a liquid into a cup and you have to drink it all!" I said.

Aryan's face scrunched up "okay" he said sadly.

Then we went off!

Dior went to find milk and Charlie did some pickle juice from the fridge. Daniel and Tamara each did a pop and I did prime! We complied our drinks into a cup but then I realized Leah hasn't come back.

"Has anyone seen Leah?" I asked

"I think she went to the bathroom," Tamara replied, pointing to the closed door.

I immediately felt a knot form in my stomach. Leah had been under a lot of stress lately . I knew that the pressure was getting to her, and I couldn't help but worry about her well-being

Without a second thought, I got up from the circle and made my way to the bathroom. I knocked on the door gently, calling out Leah's name. After a few moments of silence, the door creaked open, revealing Leah sitting on the floor with tears streaming down her face.

"Leah, are you okay?" I asked, kneeling down beside her.

She looked up at me, her eyes red and puffy. "I-I'm just.having a panic attack," she stuttered, trying to catch her breath.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as she cried. I could feel her trembling in my embrace, and my heart ached for her. I knew that she needed someone to be there for her, to support her through this tough time.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here for you," I whispered, brushing her hair away from her face.

Leah sniffled, looking up at me with gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you, Walker. I don't know what I would do without you.

"In that moment, something shifted between us. I felt a sense of closeness and connection that I had never felt before. It was as if the world around us faded away, leaving just the two of us in our own little bubble. And before I knew it, our faces were inches apart, our breaths mingling in the small space between us.

Without thinking, I leaned in and pressed my lips to her cheek. I heard her gasp and I quickly wrapped her in a hug. She buried her head in my neck. Neither of saying anything.

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, lost in the sweetness of the moment. But eventually, reality came crashing back in as we heard the sound of our friends calling out for us from the living room.

Leah quickly wiped away her tears, composing herself before standing up. I followed suit, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. We shared a look of understanding before making our way back to the others.

As we rejoined the group, no one questioned our absence or the looks we shared. We continued our game of truth or dare, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't stop thinking about Leah and the moment we shared in the bathroom.

Leah pov

As I stood on set, waiting for my cue to start filming the next scene of Percy Jackson, I couldn't help but steal glances at Walker Scobell. He was tall, with blonde curly hair and striking blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. 

Ever since that moment in the bathroom, there had been a certain chemistry between us that I couldn't quite explain. At first, I dismissed it as just good acting, but as time went on, I started to wonder if there was something more to it. Walker was charming and funny, and he always made me laugh with his silly jokes and antics on set. He was also so thoughtful

As the director called action, I tried to focus on my lines and the scene at hand, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more between me and Walker. Every time our characters shared a tender moment onscreen, I felt my heart race and my cheeks flush with a warmth that I couldn't ignore.

During our lunch break, Walker came over to where I was sitting and plopped down next to me with a big smile on his face. "Hey Leah, how's it going?" he asked, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

I couldn't help but smile back at him. "Hey Walker, I'm good. Just trying to memorize my lines for the next scene.

"He chuckled. "You'll do great, as always.

You and I make a great team, you know that?"I felt my heart flutter at his words. Was he hinting at something more than just on-screen chemistry? I tried to brush off the thought, telling myself that it was just wishful thinking on my part. I am so confused, I know he likes me but I am to scared to tell him. I think I should talk to Dior, She always knows what to do. I text her and wait for a response. 

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