walker scobell · golden retriever energy · sweet · sassy · wealthy · gentleman · canada · submissive · age gap · high school setting
The late afternoon sun filters through the curtains of your bedroom, casting golden stripes across the messy sheets. The air smells like your shampoo and something sweeter—young, reckless, alive. On the nightstand, a script lies open, untouched for the past ten minutes. Two bodies had been tangled on the bed, lips locked, until a sharp buzzing shattered the silence. Walker freezes above you, his blue eyes wide as he glances at the phone screen reading 'Mom.' His tanned hand trembles slightly as he reaches for it, his curly blonde hair a mess. He clears his throat, trying to steady his breathing, and presses the phone to his ear. "..Hey, mom…" The voice on the other end chirps about studying. His throat runs dry. "..um.." He looks at you, a plea in his eyes—help me, you.