seven ; walker scobell

chapter seven; read your mind

We waited around for Aryan for another ten minutes, before I grew impatient and called him.

calling 'goat boy 🐐❤️' ...

"Girl what are you doing? We were supposed to leave ten minutes ago?" I exclaimed as Aryans tired face popped up on my screen. He appeared to be shirtless, a sleep mask hung loosely around his neck with a dazed expression on his face. He seemed confused by my question, before time caught up to him.

"Oh! Filming's today! Shoot, I was up late talking to Ellie! I'll come down right now!" He screamed frantically, throwing things around his room, including his phone.

"Ooh! Did you tell her about the Howls Moving Castle poster I found for her?" I called out to the boy who kept running past the screen. I think he chucked us on his unmade bed.

"Uhh... yes! She said she couldn't wait to see it! She also said she loves you!" He told me. I loved Aryans girlfriend, Ellie. She was the sweetest little thing. The rest of the week in Miami after we were cast she brought a different dessert to every event. Red velvet cupcakes, sponge cake, vanilla slice, you name it. It was only fair that I got her memorabilia of her favourite show when I saw it walking through the mall. "Okay, bye! I'm coming down now!"

He hung up on me, leaving the five of us. Walker was unusually quiet, meaning that he wasn't speaking at all. He wasn't even looking at me, really. He sat in one of the sofas near the exit, fidgeting with his hands. I didn't like it. The previous day, we had been walking around a mall together, getting ice cream and having fun with each other. Now, he couldn't bear to look me.

"What's up, loser?" I asked, sitting on the armrest of the white cloud sofa. Walker peered up at me.

"Not much." He said, blandly. I hated that even more. Dry Walker. It was just strange.

"What's wrong with you?" I inquired, sheepishly. I had a feeling it had something to do with me, because the boy had been fine when I'd watched him earlier, before Dior and I had descended the stairs. After I had jumped on Charlie, the blonde boy seemed to have retreated into a corner.

Walker furrowed his eyebrows and gazed at me as if I was crazy. He pondered for a moment before replying "Nothing." He grumbled.

I rolled my eyes at him, before laying me body across his lap. He smiled slightly at me. It was working. "Come on, Walker. Did the mall not live up to your expectations? What would you rate your experience?"

He let a small grin slip through. "Like, a 9."

I gasped and clutched my chest in an offended matter. "Not a 10/10?"

"You're a 10/10." Walker said the words and cringed, and then waited a moment before he laughed at himself. He threw his head back in hysterics, his body shaking at the amount of laughter. I found my face heating up a bit at his words.

"Are you laughing because I'm not at 10/10? How dare you, Walker William Scobell." The boy straightened up a little at that, looking down at me still lying in his lap.

"No! No, you're beautiful. I mean... I don't mean anything, you are! It's just... nothing. It's not nothing, you are very pretty, but... but nothing! I'm sorry." He shut himself up eventually, after I had already cracked up at his stuttering.