( ⋆·˚ ༘ * IN BETWEEN , WALKER SCOBELL ) ❝ sushi date! ❞
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( chapter thirteen 🤍 ) ARE YOU ASKING ME OUT?
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— rowan gray's pov ✨
I STOOD IN WALKER'S TRAILER WHILE WE PRACTICED A SCENE TOGETHER.
so far it was going well, walker memorized his lines pretty fast while i was still forgetting some but memorized most of it. it never failed amazed me how fast walker can remember his lines.
"i hate olives, they taste so disgusting, i can't take it. it's like eating a piece of..a piece..shoot i forgot again!" i complained, rolling my eyes and dropping the script on the table in front of us.
walker reached over and puts a reassuring hand on mine. "hey, it's okay. let's take it from where we left off. remember it's like eating a piece of spoiled pickle. you got this rowan."
i sighed, picking the script back up in my hands and we read through the scene once again. after five more tries, i finally got the scene engraved in my head and walker clapped his hands.
we both high five each other, a smile on my face. "i think we're ready to film this now. should we go see greta and see if rebecca, matt and phoebe finished their scene?"
"yeah, let's go." walker stood up, his hand out for me to take and i gladly took it. we walked out of the trailer hand in hand, walking to set. on our way there, we saw a family head of platinum blonde.
phoebe day came into our vision, a smile on her face appeared when she made eye contact with walker. i narrowed my eyes at the girl as she approached us.
"hey walks!" phoebe exclaimed. walks? WALKS?! that's what i call him you stupid girl. "you heading to set?"
phoebe didn't even spare me a glance, even if she did it would be a dirty look like always. walker stops, giving my hand a squeeze.
