When we get back inside he leads me to my room.
"You have your keycard?" He asks.
"It's in my pockettt" I reach down into my pocket and fumble around for it.
It materializes in my hand after a second of searching.
When he takes it our hands touch for a second. It's great.
"Thank you." He unlocks the door.
"It's hurts." I lean against him.
"What hurts y/n?" He asks.
"Everythingg" I say, pressing mg fave to his chest.
"Okay, come here." He lifts me up and I yelp.
"Put me down!" I laugh at him and flail my limbs around. He tightens his grib.
"Nuhuh! You said it hurt!" He laughs too and taps the door shut with his foot behind us.
"Okay. I'm gonna put you down on your bed. Then, I'm gonna find the WikiHow page for how to fix this." He tells me.
"Nerdd" I say as he places me down. I liked it when he was carrying me. It was warm. I felt safe.
I look at the clock 11:38. Huh, interesting.
"Okay...you're supposed to go to sleep. So, go to bed." He laughs a but at the last sentence.
He turns off the big light on the switch next to me, and then looks down at me.
"What's up?" He asks.
"You're cool. I bet those photos came out sick." I nod.
"Ha, thank you." He smiles down at me. I smile up at him. A red color creeps onto his cheeks, highlighting his freckles.
This is nice. I really could just stay like this forever.
"Okay...I should get uh...going." He turns away, but I grab his wrist.
"Walker?" I ask.
He turns back around. "Yeah?" He responds. He looks down at me.
"Will you stay?" I ask.
"Like-like in your room?" He stammers and looks away.
"Pleaseee" I respond. I'm desperately in need of someone else here.
"Okay. Fine by me. Whatever's gonna make you feel better." He tells me.
"It's so weirdd" I remark.
"What's so weird?" He sits down on my bed next to me.
"We just met today, but it feels like you've been my friend...or whatever we are...forever." I finish.
His eyebrows raise up at me saying 'or whatever we are'. It reminds me of in the hallway with Brady.
He nods. "Yeah." Then we both pause. "Thanks for getting me out tonight...it was really fun."
"Really?" I ask him. I didn't know if he enjoyed it or not.
"Yeah! Yeah, really fun." His face is plastered with a smile.
He's really cute. He's also so innocent.
I turn and give him a hug. I put my head into his shoulder and my hands on his back. He smells really nice. I just breathe deep breaths of him in.
His hands rest on my lower back. They begin to trace shapes. I feel a star, square, circle...
"what's this for? I mean obviously, not complaining, but just wondering." He asks.
Too bad for him though, because I had fallen asleep before I heard him.
I had wonderful dreams that night.