walker's pov:
people always assume being on a big set is glamorous.
it's not.
it's a lot of waiting around in uncomfortable chairs, eating kraft mac and cheese (my favorite), and pretending that you don't care that your hair's been sprayed with "ocean mist #12" for the fifth time that day.
right now, i was in trailer 3. my hoodie smelled like hairspray and fake saltwater, and leah was across from me, legs tucked up on the bench seat, pretending not to be practicing her lines.
she always did that. the fake read throughs, like she didn't know every single line already.
like she didn't already have the scene motion for motion in her head.
"what are the odds," i said, sipping from the saddest milkshake ever made, "that this scene involves me falling off another platform?"
she didn't even glance up.
"depends. are you going to stop flinching every time i grab your arm?"
"unconfirmed."
she gave me this look, just a quick flick of her eyes and one eyebrow raised. it was ridiculous how much that one look could throw me off. her eyebrows were always so expressive, like they had a whole language of their own.
it hadn't always been like that.
when we started filming, everything was much easier. we were both nervous. both figuring it out. she was fun and sharp and totally unbothered by everything that made me spiral.
and we clicked.
not in the romantic way. not back then. it was more like... we got to know each other. she made me laugh when i was overthinking a scene, and i pulled her out of her head when she got too serious. we had a rhythm.
but lately?
lately i'd started noticing things. like how she always tapped her fingers three times on the script before a take. or how she leaned forward when she laughed, like she was trying to not let the sound take over the room.
and yeah, okay. maybe i'd noticed the way my brain malfunctioned every time she looked at me too long.
totally normal.
"so," she said, flipping a page. "you ready for scene 32B tomorrow?"
i shrugged. tried to look casual. "sure. why?"
"no reason"
that was a lie. she had that smile. the one she for when she knew something i didn't.
i narrowed my eyes. "what?"
"oh nothing," she said, all fake innocent. "just wondering if you're gonna flinch when i kiss you."
my brain lagged for a second.
"you mean the cheek kiss," i said, like clarifying it would make it less weird.
"mm-hmm," she said, already back to her script. "it's in the scene, you read it, right?"
"obviously."
she didn't look up, but her smirk widened just enough to make me want to crawl into the nearest whole and die.
professional. this was all professional.
and if i was maybe spiraling about a scene that lasted a second...
no one had to know
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It Was In The Script | Walker and Leah
RomanceThey were supposed to just play roles. He was percy. She was Annabeth. And the kiss? It was just a part of the script, a quick moment in the middle of an action scene. Nothing personal. Just acting. But real feelings don't follow the script. As fi...
