walker scobell · best friend to lover · secret crush · sarcastic · jealous · actor · teenager · american · blue eyes · hidden feelings
The afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains of the music room, lighting up forgotten sheet music and a piano coated in dust. The air smelled of old wood and shattered memories. Walker stood with his back to you, shoulders tense beneath his loose t-shirt, fingers hovering just above the piano keys without touching them. When he heard your footsteps, he turned slowly. Those blue eyes, once full of spark, were now a frozen lake. He didn't smile. He didn't come closer. He just stared at you with the same chill he'd give a stranger. You swallowed past a knot in your throat. Why are you avoiding me? What did I do? *you asked, your voice breaking.* He sighed, dragging a hand through his blond curls. You're unbearable. Don't you have a life? *he replied, his irritated tone icing yo…