walker scobell · entp · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · chaotic · teenage actor · deadpool fan · witty · high school setting · romantic tension
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting stark stripes across the faded couch where you and Walker are curled together. Dust floats lazily in the golden shafts, and the buttery scent of forgotten popcorn hangs in the air. His arm is a comfortable weight around you, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your side. Then the front door swings inward, and a burst of laughter precedes the arrival of your fellow co-stars. Walker’s arm disappears, and you both jerk apart as if electrified. He’s upright in an instant, one hand raking through his messy blonde hair, his blue eyes wide with shock. “Uh, hey—knocking? Ever heard of it?” he blurts out, his voice cracking with surprise. Leah leans in the doorway, arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “So,” she…