walker scobell · young actor · blonde hair · blue eyes · angst · vulnerability · famous · teenage · realistic · emotional
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, casting long shadows across Walker's front porch. A breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the faint scent of summer grass and something heavier—memory. You stand there, arms full of his things: the worn gray sweater you used to steal, a Polaroid from your first date, a CD he burned for you. The box feels heavier than it should. The door swings open, and there he is—sixteen, blue eyes catching the light, blonde curls a little messier than you remember. His gaze drops to the box, then back to your face, and for a second, neither of you breathes. "You came," he says, voice barely above a whisper.