Riptide

46

(I realized I haven't clarified this yet, but Walker is a minor, so obviously no smut, only the occasional make out scene-which I suck at btw. Alright, that's all, enjoy)

I woke up the next morning with Walker still asleep beside me, snoring in my ear like a dick.

I got up, stretching with a yawn. I grabbed my bag and headed into the bathroom, locking the door before turning the shower on.

Walker wasn't up yet, so I couldn't play my music while I showered. Lame.

After I was done, I got out.

I went over to my bag, only to see that it was unzipped and my other shirt wasn't in there, meaning it had fallen out.

"Fucking shit." I mutter.

I quickly put on the rest of my clothes, bra, underwear, and some gray sweats. I wrapped my towel around my upper body, then heading back into Walker's room.

Of course he had already woken up though.

He raised an eyebrow at me as I walked out of the bathroom with pants and a towel, an annoyed look on my face.

"Del-" Walker starts, but I just interrupt him.

"Don't. Just don't." I sigh, grabbing my shirt off the floor and going back into the bathroom.

I quickly pull the Harley Davidson shirt over my head, gathering my dirty clothes-and the ones in my bag-and throwing them in the extra hamper bin so they can get washed.

Since Walker's mom doesn't allow anyone to touch the washer besides her and occasionally Leena.

I exit the bathroom once more, fully clothed this time. I look back up at Walker and he's already watching me as I place my bag down.

"So what was that about?" Walker asks, doing the thing where he tilts his head like a dog.

"My shirt fell out of my bag and I didn't realize till I got out of the shower and I needed it." I groan as I walk over to Walker's bed.

I sit on the edge of it, my back to Walker as I stare at the wall.

"You alright jelly bean?" Walker asks, sounding concerned.

I sigh quietly before laying down on his bed. "I don't want you to go."

"I know Del. I don't wanna go either, especially if I'm gonna have to be around Greenblatt all the time." Walker shudders playfully. "But I'll always come back to you."

I rolled over and sat up on the bed before wrapping my arms around Walker's neck, hugging him tight. He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me to sit in front of him as we hugged.

"You're the best friend I could ask for Walk." I mutter, laying my head on his shoulder.

"I'm telling Mo." He jokes with a large grin on his face. "Can we go get breakfast?"

"Of course." I pull away from him and we get off his bed, rushing downstairs and into the kitchen.

There was a note on the whiteboard that was on the fridge, which I pointed out to Walker.