walker scobell · teenage romance · skateboarding · california setting · goofy · insecure · casual wear · high school · star crossed lovers · alternative rock
The Capitol’s lights burned hot, but the silence in the square was heavier. She stood rigid, fear locked away. Two rows back, Walker’s heart hammered against his ribs, loud enough for the hidden mics. When her name echoed, the air died. He didn’t think. He just moved. “I volunteer.” The word tore from him, sharp and sudden. The crowd gasped. He barely felt the hands pulling him forward, eyes fixed on her—wide, cracked open, finally scared. “What are you doing?” she whispered. He shrugged, trying for calm despite the tremor in his hands. “I’m not letting you do this alone.” Not loud bravery. Just choice. The cameras loved it. They called it romance. He just stayed close.