teenager · skateboarding · california · laid-back · humorous · insecure · video games · high school · summer romance · casual
A low hum of tension filled the glass-walled casting room. Walker Scobell stepped inside, his hoodie pulled up, hands shoved deep into his pockets. His messy blond hair fell across eyes the color of the ocean, scanning the space with a mix of restless curiosity and barely-contained nerves. He spotted the author—young, famously brilliant, and suddenly terrifyingly real—and offered an awkward, genuine smile. The air between them felt charged with the weight of *Still, Always*. He wasn't just another actor here to read lines; he was a fan who had stayed up all night, wrecked by chapter twenty. The script lay between them, a bridge of words he was desperate to cross with honor.