seven ; walker scobell

chapter eighteen; is it over now?

i can't call you that mimi
DONT WANNA GET CANCELLED

IRL

IT WAS DIFFICULT to know what Walker and I were.

We were friends, but we were more than that.

Yes, I had agreed to not putting a label on our 'relationship'. In the moment, I thought that was what I wanted. But now, weeks later, do I still like our arrangement?

...no.

With no label, Walker and I were nothing. I couldn't get jealous. I couldn't get mad. I couldn't be territorial, because we weren't together. In all honesty, it was awful.

It was hard to lay in his arms knowing that I wasn't his, and he wasn't mine.

"Are you okay pretty girl?" Walker whispered in my ear. I was sitting on the arm rest of a lounge chair in the living area of our hotel level, my legs draped across Walker and my head leant on his shoulder. The cast were watching a movie together, Charlie peering suspiciously over his shoulder every so often at the blonde boy and I.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied with a weak smile. The room was dark, but our faces were so close that we could see each other's expressions in perfect clarity. In saying that, Walker had seen my pathetic attempt at a reassuring smile.

"What's wrong." He gently asked me, and I tried to brush him off. I couldn't tell him that he was what was wrong. It was a hard conversation, one that needed to be had, but not right now.

Not while we were surrounded by people.

"Maya." Walker firmly said, trying to get my attention. I wasn't interested in conversing with him about the topic yet, and I hoped that he would eventually understand the gist of my ignorance.

To my dismay, he didn't give in.

"Hey." He grabbed my face gently, turning me towards him. I saw Sunny staring out of the corner of my eye, poking Dior and slapping her hand over her mouth in shock. I flipped them both off, subtly. "Tell me what's wrong, Mimi."

I sighed, playing with my hands in my lap. The boy had his arms around me, holding me close to his torso. He watched carefully as I whispered. "I'm okay. It's fine. I'll tell you later."

Walker furrowed his brow and cocked his head, gazing at me knowingly. Thankfully, he complied to my request and let me be. I turned back to the movie screen, resuming my watch of Crossroads.

The thoughts plagued my mind until I couldn't take it anymore. I briefly excused myself, Walker offering to come with me, but I declined. I just needed a walk by myself for a couple minutes.

I exited the lounge area, turning the corner down the luxurious red velvet hall towards the general direction of my room. The hotel was insanely large, but over my months spent here, I'd grown to be able to navigate the area. Plus, the level that we were on was completely booked out for just the cast and crew - which is why I was a tad confused when a spotted a brunette girl standing near my door.

"Hello, can I help you?" I politely asked, approaching the girl. She turned to me and smiled when she saw me. She was slightly taller than me, maybe 5'4 or 5'5. Her hair was a deep brown, almost black, and cascaded down her back in long, silky waves. I immediately noticed her striking blue eyes once I could see her face. She looked very familiar.