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but you gotta look deep. ↕

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[applepieandcupcakess]

i’m so glad profile views don’t exist on this app cause like i stalk everyone

[chewycatt]

i needdd more writer moots

[chewycatt]

4. ‘DROPED’ DEAD

left hook right punch to the gut ² 𓈒 　e˖ .　　 ◟

◟ ㅤ walker scobell x fem!reader ࣪

in which , reader drops a song about a special person. now its gone viral, all over social media platforms, and somehow everyone knows exactly who it’s about…

liked by freyaskyeoffical, .kyliecantrall, and 167k more…

ynsbuttoneyes. per request i DROPED drop dead on streaming plat froms so please give it a listen or drop! dead 🙏🏻 like seriously it was 10.99$ to get that out

890 comments

@ user143ver

11 dollars ? girl you need a label

y/nsbuttoneyes creater

i know some one sign meeee

@ rushues

this perfectly captures how it feels to see someone who you wnat to spend a lifetime with

@ feilvra

kiss me and i might drop dead i wonder who is this about???🤨

percywif3

its about walker

4ressefactory

why would it be about him ??

percywif3

cause we saw them together

@.janeli.

i might drop dead with the way this came out of nowhere 😫

y/nsbuttoneyes creater

HAHA

@ that_rinnahb

amiting to stalking is crazy work

y/nsbuttoneyes creater

shhhhh no one even remembered that part

@ butt0neyefav.

AHH MY FAV IS MOVING UP IT THE WORLD

@ freyaskyeoffical

on repeat this is so good!!

y/nsbuttoneyes creater

thank youuuu

—

rich aunties club

nerdeli 🤓 — jane

billanare y/n/n 💀— y/n

diamond tiara 😘 — riannah

nerdeli 🤓

how dare you release

a love song

and not tell us ?

diamond tiara 😘

yeah and how dare some random guy

get a song

before us

billanare y/n/n

woahhh

this isnt a love song

i just took inspiration from myself

nerdeli 🤓

i don’t believe you

diamond tiara 😘

‘inspo from myself’😒

girl who did you meet ?!

nerdeli 🤓

rianah chill 😭

okay fine

i may have a little tiny baby itty bitty crush

nerdeli 🤓

AHHSHHDICIFIO

i knew it!!!

diamond tiara 😘

on who ??

ig @ pls

so we can go find him

billanare y/n/n

no no no ig

nerdeli 🤓

he has no social media ?

billanare y/n/n

you guys wouldnt know him

real uh niche guy !

diamond tiara 😘

oh so he’s famous

WAIT whos was at the party you went to recently

billanare y/n/n

uh dior

diamond tiara 😘

no shit

nerdeli 🤓

just tell us we wont laugh

rianah swears

diamond tiara 😘

no i dont

nerdeli 🤓

rianah.

diamond tiara 😘

whatevers

spill silly girl

billanare y/n/n

fine walker scobell

there you have a name and a @ basically

diamond tiara 😘

BASICALLY

u have a crushhh

nerdeli 🤓

ri we said we wouldn’t laugh

billanare y/n/n

yall are not day ones ✌️💔

nerdeli 🤓

the song is so perfect y/n

and you have a crush that’s awesome!

now you can stop being single

and write something other than depression

billanare y/n/n

thank youuu

and its not that serious

i just took a smal feeling and used it to be productive

im still as emo as ever

diamond tiara 😘

we can tell

billanare y/n/n

can i kick her out

diamond tiara 😘

HATERSSS

nerdeli 🤓

soooo dose he know about the song

billanare y/n/n

no why would he

—

y/n huffed at the text on her screen. she knew posting the song was a little impulsive, she completed it all in one day it was bound to be a mistake somewhere, and somehow.

a little part of her regreted it.

why did the one song where she admits her dying admirertion for someone have to go viral y/n admits its it was so so silly a how embarrassed she felt.

“its just a stupid song,” y/n took a deep breath.

and rolled onto her stomach, her fingers desperately scrolling instagram as a distraction.

she couldn’t zone out for long though, another notification from rich aunties club, a link appeared in the group chat.

before jane could even finish typing y/n had already clicked the link, her stomach dropping immediately.

a tiktok video with 3 million views.

it was a compilation of walker smiling in interviews with drop dead playing over it.

the caption read:

“guys be so serious this song is so about walker scobell 😭 “

she didn’t even know why she opened the comments.

they were somehow way worse.

“the way she described him exactly”

“she basically handed us a biography”

“nah because who else could this be about”

“walker when hears ‘kiss me and might drop dead”

“nope.” y/n sighed, clicking her phone off fast tossing it to the side.

bearly a second later she heard her phone buzz again.

buzz!

@ walkerfan1 tagged you in a post.

@ percywif3 replied to your comment.

@ editzzzz mentioned you in a video.

“oh my god.”

rich aunties club

nerdeli 🤓

you’ve gone viral

diamond tiara 😘

there are edits ✨

billanare y/n/n

there should not be edits

diamond tiara 😘

there are SO many edits

nerdeli 🤓

there also making timelines

billanare y/n/n

WHAT TIMELINES ?

jane sent another screenshot before y/n could even process.

she really wish she hadn’t.

some had made a full on chart, A FULL CHART.

dates and everything, which there weren’t many consisding how small of timeframe it had been.

there were photos from diors party. photos from interviews. lyrics highlighted in different colors. evidence. evidence of what has now turned into a small crush into something that looks like it would be on the news?

“this looks like a criminal investigation,” y/n whispered to herself.

her phone had buzzed again. one notification poping up that made her stomach drop.

walker.scobell started following you.

y/n froze.

rich aunties club

billanare y/n/n

well no more freakouts on my main 😃

nerdeli 🤓

what now 😭

dimamond tiara 😘

HE FOLLOWS YOU ?

billanare y/n/n

HE DID NOT JUST FOLLOW ME RN

nerdeli 🤓

HE ABSOLUTELY DID

billanare y/n/n

guys…

dimamond tiara 😘

what

billanare y/n/n

i feel sick

nerdeli 🤓

in a good way ?

billanare y/n/n

NO

this is all to much at once

AND HES GUNNA HEAR THE SONG

dimamond tiara 😘

baby three million people have heard the song

billanare y/n/n

😭 😭 😭

another notification. this time her fingers typing were the first thing to react.

billanare y/n/n

guys..

he linked the post.

dimamond tiara 😘

AAAAHHHHH

nerdeli 🤓

OH HE KNOWS

dimamond tiara 😘

HE DEFINITELY KNOWS

billanare y/n/n

HE DOSE NOT KNOW

dimamond tiara 😘

YES HE DOSEEEEEEE

nerdeli 🤓

HE ABSOLUTELY KNOWS Y/N

y/n burird her face into her pillow with a groan.

the one time she decided to write a somg about a crush, the only time. the internet somehow had to personally deliver it to him.

notes. im back!! i had camp but im home now so ill be posting more often, anyways tell me what other stuff you guys want me to write!

edit staus. edited / not proofread

taglist / @imjustagirlin @secretkittydreamland @legendarychrattgirl @wheresmacoffee @bunnivibes @emmassecretlifexoxo @thenextlegend

[chewycatt]

4. ‘DROPED’ DEAD

left hook right punch to the gut ² 𓈒 　e˖ .　　 ◟

◟ ㅤ walker scobell x fem!reader ࣪

in which , reader drops a song about a special person. now its gone viral, all over social media platforms, and somehow everyone knows exactly who it’s about…

liked by freyaskyeoffical, .kyliecantrall, and 167k more…

ynsbuttoneyes. per request i DROPED drop dead on streaming plat froms so please give it a listen or drop! dead 🙏🏻 like seriously it was 10.99$ to get that out

890 comments

@ user143ver

11 dollars ? girl you need a label

y/nsbuttoneyes creater

i know some one sign meeee

@ rushues

this perfectly captures how it feels to see someone who you wnat to spend a lifetime with

@ feilvra

kiss me and i might drop dead i wonder who is this about???🤨

percywif3

its about walker

4ressefactory

why would it be about him ??

percywif3

cause we saw them together

@.janeli.

i might drop dead with the way this came out of nowhere 😫

y/nsbuttoneyes creater

HAHA

@ that_rinnahb

amiting to stalking is crazy work

y/nsbuttoneyes creater

shhhhh no one even remembered that part

@ butt0neyefav.

AHH MY FAV IS MOVING UP IT THE WORLD

@ freyaskyeoffical

on repeat this is so good!!

y/nsbuttoneyes creater

thank youuuu

—

rich aunties club

nerdeli 🤓 — jane

billanare y/n/n 💀— y/n

diamond tiara 😘 — riannah

nerdeli 🤓

how dare you release

a love song

and not tell us ?

diamond tiara 😘

yeah and how dare some random guy

get a song

before us

billanare y/n/n

woahhh

this isnt a love song

i just took inspiration from myself

nerdeli 🤓

i don’t believe you

diamond tiara 😘

‘inspo from myself’😒

girl who did you meet ?!

nerdeli 🤓

rianah chill 😭

okay fine

i may have a little tiny baby itty bitty crush

nerdeli 🤓

AHHSHHDICIFIO

i knew it!!!

diamond tiara 😘

on who ??

ig @ pls

so we can go find him

billanare y/n/n

no no no ig

nerdeli 🤓

he has no social media ?

billanare y/n/n

you guys wouldnt know him

real uh niche guy !

diamond tiara 😘

oh so he’s famous

WAIT whos was at the party you went to recently

billanare y/n/n

uh dior

diamond tiara 😘

no shit

nerdeli 🤓

just tell us we wont laugh

rianah swears

diamond tiara 😘

no i dont

nerdeli 🤓

rianah.

diamond tiara 😘

whatevers

spill silly girl

billanare y/n/n

fine walker scobell

there you have a name and a @ basically

diamond tiara 😘

BASICALLY

u have a crushhh

nerdeli 🤓

ri we said we wouldn’t laugh

billanare y/n/n

yall are not day ones ✌️💔

nerdeli 🤓

the song is so perfect y/n

and you have a crush that’s awesome!

now you can stop being single

and write something other than depression

billanare y/n/n

thank youuu

and its not that serious

i just took a smal feeling and used it to be productive

im still as emo as ever

diamond tiara 😘

we can tell

billanare y/n/n

can i kick her out

diamond tiara 😘

HATERSSS

nerdeli 🤓

soooo dose he know about the song

billanare y/n/n

no why would he

—

y/n huffed at the text on her screen. she knew posting the song was a little impulsive, she completed it all in one day it was bound to be a mistake somewhere, and somehow.

a little part of her regreted it.

why did the one song where she admits her dying admirertion for someone have to go viral y/n admits its it was so so silly a how embarrassed she felt.

“its just a stupid song,” y/n took a deep breath.

and rolled onto her stomach, her fingers desperately scrolling instagram as a distraction.

she couldn’t zone out for long though, another notification from rich aunties club, a link appeared in the group chat.

before jane could even finish typing y/n had already clicked the link, her stomach dropping immediately.

a tiktok video with 3 million views.

it was a compilation of walker smiling in interviews with drop dead playing over it.

the caption read:

“guys be so serious this song is so about walker scobell 😭 “

she didn’t even know why she opened the comments.

they were somehow way worse.

“the way she described him exactly”

“she basically handed us a biography”

“nah because who else could this be about”

“walker when hears ‘kiss me and might drop dead”

“nope.” y/n sighed, clicking her phone off fast tossing it to the side.

bearly a second later she heard her phone buzz again.

buzz!

@ walkerfan1 tagged you in a post.

@ percywif3 replied to your comment.

@ editzzzz mentioned you in a video.

“oh my god.”

rich aunties club

nerdeli 🤓

you’ve gone viral

diamond tiara 😘

there are edits ✨

billanare y/n/n

there should not be edits

diamond tiara 😘

there are SO many edits

nerdeli 🤓

there also making timelines

billanare y/n/n

WHAT TIMELINES ?

jane sent another screenshot before y/n could even process.

she really wish she hadn’t.

some had made a full on chart, A FULL CHART.

dates and everything, which there weren’t many consisding how small of timeframe it had been.

there were photos from diors party. photos from interviews. lyrics highlighted in different colors. evidence. evidence of what has now turned into a small crush into something that looks like it would be on the news?

“this looks like a criminal investigation,” y/n whispered to herself.

her phone had buzzed again. one notification poping up that made her stomach drop.

walker.scobell started following you.

y/n froze.

rich aunties club

billanare y/n/n

well no more freakouts on my main 😃

nerdeli 🤓

what now 😭

dimamond tiara 😘

HE FOLLOWS YOU ?

billanare y/n/n

HE DID NOT JUST FOLLOW ME RN

nerdeli 🤓

HE ABSOLUTELY DID

billanare y/n/n

guys…

dimamond tiara 😘

what

billanare y/n/n

i feel sick

nerdeli 🤓

in a good way ?

billanare y/n/n

NO

this is all to much at once

AND HES GUNNA HEAR THE SONG

dimamond tiara 😘

baby three million people have heard the song

billanare y/n/n

😭 😭 😭

another notification. this time her fingers typing were the first thing to react.

billanare y/n/n

guys..

he linked the post.

dimamond tiara 😘

AAAAHHHHH

nerdeli 🤓

OH HE KNOWS

dimamond tiara 😘

HE DEFINITELY KNOWS

billanare y/n/n

HE DOSE NOT KNOW

dimamond tiara 😘

YES HE DOSEEEEEEE

nerdeli 🤓

HE ABSOLUTELY KNOWS Y/N

y/n burird her face into her pillow with a groan.

the one time she decided to write a somg about a crush, the only time. the internet somehow had to personally deliver it to him.

notes. im back!! i had camp but im home now so ill be posting more often, anyways tell me what other stuff you guys want me to write!

edit staus. edited / not proofread

taglist / @imjustagirlin @secretkittydreamland @legendarychrattgirl @wheresmacoffee @bunnivibes @emmassecretlifexoxo @thenextlegend

[wingkink]

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

[aaaangel444]

[chewycatt]

i need ideas guys someone send ask plsss

[chewycatt]

3. I’VE EVER SEEN

cause ive spent some time thinking about your face ² 𓈒 　e˖ .　　 ◟

◟ ㅤ walker scobell x fem!reader ࣪

in which, reader feels inspired to write a song about her crush, who she can’t get off her mind. who knew it be hit and some how circle back to the one person it’s about.

y/n had slept like a baby, as soon as she woke up, she started stretching her limbs reaching over to grab her phone off her nightstand. she opened to instagram, fyp page full of posts wishing dior a happy birthday. y/n had been so tired last night she forgot to post the photos she had took.

she tossed her phone onto her bed before she could overthink the simple post.

ten minutes later she dozens of instagram notifications.

liked by dior.n.goodjohn, .walkerscobell, and 68k more…

ynsbuttoneyes. happy bday too a really cool girl!! im so glad to be apart of your life again, and i’ve missed you soooo much. i hope your years to come are filled with you achieving your dreams, endlessly! 🩷

taged — @dior.n.goodjohn

351 comments

@.janeil

so prettyyy!!

@rileyizagirl

YOU KNOW DIOR GOODJOHN?!

@that_rianahhb

icons.

@freyaskyeoffical

awww you guys are so cute 😊

@leahsavajeffries

MY TWO FAVORITES

@aryan_simhadri

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIOR 🎉

@giggle083

since when we’re dior and y/n friends 😭

—

her mind kept replying the moments of the party, like some how she missed it already. the conversation she had with walker especially stayed in her head. she tried distracting herself. tried making cookies.

tried cleaning up her room.

tried scrolling through old youtube comments. but somehow everytime it circled back him to, and that one interaction they shared. she was almost annoyed with how much she enjoyed talking to him. it also didn’t help that his face felt like it was glued to her brain.

“this is so embarrassing.” she muttered to herself

she plopped onto the floor, sliding her laptop over.

“one song just to get this out of my system” she whispered, pulling her guitar into her lap.

somehow one song turned into spending the rest of her day.

she had recorded way to many voice memos,

voice memos filled her notes app.

half finished lyrics scribbled out on her notebook with pages scattered out everywhere.

the lyrics kept feeling too straight forward, too head strong, too obvious.

“nope” she sighed ripping out another page aggressively tearing it apart.

as frustrated she was, she worte down the same lyric later. because it was true.

the melody came easy.

dreamy

the kind you think of when somebodys stuck in your head in the worst way possible.

by evening she had a demo, her fingers strummed the guitar naturally, her voice soft, almost like she was still too embarrassed to say her thoughts out loud.

completed song.

once she completed the demo, her mind felt a bit at ease. she sat at her desk, the computer light glowed bright onto her face. a bowl of pasta sat infront of her.

her youtube channel was the only tab she had open.

uploading covers hadn’t made her nervous anymore.

orginal songs, however were different.

especially this one.

she stared at the thumbnail for a long time before sighing.

“its not that serious” she huffed.

her mouse hovered over the upload button.

then click posted

the second it uploaded y/n felt regret

“why did i do that” she said, buring her face into her hands.

thrity minutes later the views were climbing faster than anything she’d ever posted before.

@.dior.n.goodjohn sent you dm

@ dior.n.goodjohn ( dm )

@.dior.n.goodjohn

YOU POSTED A SONG ?

@.y/nsbuttoneyes

unfortunately

@.dior.n.goodjohn

girl

that is literally

a love confession

@ y/nsbuttoneyes

no its not

@.dior.n.goodjohn

you literally mentioned

his zodiac sign

@.y/nsbuttoneyes

lowkey

forgot i said that 😭

@.dior.n.goodjohn

WAIT

is this about

who i think it is ?

@ y/nsbuttoneyes

uhh who do you think it is

@.dior.n.goodjohn

SO IT IS

@. y/nsbuttoneyes

ehh

not sure who were talking about

@.dior.n.goodjohn

omg

the boy

at my party

@. y/nsbuttoneyes

???

@ dior.n.goodjohn

walker

walker scobell

the blonde boy

@. y/nsbuttoneyes

who ??

ohhh

no.

i don’t even remember

his full name

and

i don’t even remember his full

@ dior.n.goodjohn

and yet

you worte an

entire song

@. y/nsbuttoneyes

makes me sound insane

when you put it like that

@ dior.n.goodjohn

because it is

@ dior.n.goodjohn

but you like him through

like actually ?

@ y/nsbttoneyes

i think i did

@ dior.n.goodjohn

did ?

@ y/nsbuttoneyes

do..

@ dior.n.goodjohn

OH MY GOD

y/n laughed despite herself, she could almost picture diors reaction.

somewhere between the party, the song, and the way her stomach flipped everytime she thought about him. things had become very real.

———————————————————————

notes . tumblr is acting weird so ill fix this in the morning 🙄

edit staus . not edited

taglist / @imjustagirlin @secretkittydreamland @legendarychrattgirl @wheresmacoffee @bunnivibes @emmassecretlifexoxo

[chewycatt]

3. I’VE EVER SEEN

cause ive spent some time thinking about your face ² 𓈒 　e˖ .　　 ◟

◟ ㅤ walker scobell x fem!reader ࣪

in which, reader feels inspired to write a song about her crush, who she can’t get off her mind. who knew it be hit and some how circle back to the one person it’s about.

y/n had slept like a baby, as soon as she woke up, she started stretching her limbs reaching over to grab her phone off her nightstand. she opened to instagram, fyp page full of posts wishing dior a happy birthday. y/n had been so tired last night she forgot to post the photos she had took.

she tossed her phone onto her bed before she could overthink the simple post.

ten minutes later she dozens of instagram notifications.

liked by dior.n.goodjohn, .walkerscobell, and 68k more…

ynsbuttoneyes. happy bday too a really cool girl!! im so glad to be apart of your life again, and i’ve missed you soooo much. i hope your years to come are filled with you achieving your dreams, endlessly! 🩷

taged — @ dior.n.goodjohn

351 comments

@.janeil

so prettyyy!!

@rileyizagirl

YOU KNOW DIOR GOODJOHN?!

@that_rianahhb

icons.

@freyaskyeoffical

awww you guys are so cute 😊

@ leahsavajeffries

MY TWO FAVORITES

@aryan_simhadri

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIOR 🎉

@giggle083

since when we’re dior and y/n friends 😭

—

her mind kept replying the moments of the party, like some how she missed it already. the conversation she had with walker especially stayed in her head. she tried distracting herself. tried making cookies.

tried cleaning up her room.

tried scrolling through old youtube comments. but somehow everytime it circled back him to, and that one interaction they shared. she was almost annoyed with how much she enjoyed talking to him. it also didn’t help that his face felt like it was glued to her brain.

“this is so embarrassing.” she muttered to herself

she plopped onto the floor, sliding her laptop over.

“one song just to get this out of my system” she whispered, pulling her guitar into her lap.

somehow one song turned into spending the rest of her day.

she had recorded way to many voice memos,

half finished lyrics scribbled out on her notebook with pages scattered out everywhere.

the lyrics kept feeling too straight forward, too head strong, too obvious.

“nope” she sighed ripping out another page aggressively tearing it apart.

as frustrated as she was, she worte kept writing down the same lyric later. because it was true.

the melody came easy.

dreamy

the kind you think of when somebodys stuck in your head in the worst way possible.

by evening she had a demo, her fingers strummed the guitar naturally, her voice soft, almost like she was still too embarrassed to say her thoughts out loud.

completed song.

once she completed the demo, her mind felt a bit at ease. she sat at her desk, the computer light glowed bright onto her face. a bowl of pasta sat infront of her.

her youtube channel was the only tab she had open.

uploading covers hadn’t made her nervous anymore.

orginal songs, however were different.

especially this one.

she stared at the thumbnail for a long time before sighing.

“its not that serious” she huffed.

her mouse hovered over the upload button.

then click posted!

the second it uploaded y/n felt regret.

“why did i do that” she said, buring her face into her hands.

thrity minutes later the views were higher than anything she’d ever posted before.

@.dior.n.goodjohn sent you dm

@ dior.n.goodjohn ( dm )

@.dior.n.goodjohn

YOU POSTED A SONG ?

@.y/nsbuttoneyes

unfortunately

@.dior.n.goodjohn

girl

that is literally

a love confession

@ y/nsbuttoneyes

no its not

@.dior.n.goodjohn

you literally mentioned

his zodiac sign

@.y/nsbuttoneyes

lowkey

forgot i said that 😭

@.dior.n.goodjohn

WAIT

is this about

who i think it is ?

@ y/nsbuttoneyes

uhh who do you think it is

@.dior.n.goodjohn

SO IT IS

@. y/nsbuttoneyes

ehh

not sure who were talking about

@.dior.n.goodjohn

omg

the boy

at my party

@. y/nsbuttoneyes

???

@ dior.n.goodjohn

walker

walker scobell

the blonde boy

@. y/nsbuttoneyes

who ??

ohhh

no.

i don’t even remember

his full name

and

i don’t even remember his full

@ dior.n.goodjohn

and yet

you worte an

entire song

@. y/nsbuttoneyes

makes me sound insane

when you put it like that

@ dior.n.goodjohn

because it is

@ dior.n.goodjohn

but you like him through

like actually ?

@ y/nsbttoneyes

i think i did

@ dior.n.goodjohn

did ?

@ y/nsbuttoneyes

do..

@ dior.n.goodjohn

OH MY GOD

y/n laughed to herself, she could almost picture diors reaction.

somewhere between the party, the song, and the way her stomach flipped everytime she thought about him. things had become very real.

———————————————————————

notes . tumblr is acting weird so ill fix this in the morning 🙄

edit staus . edited

taglist / @imjustagirlin @secretkittydreamland @legendarychrattgirl @wheresmacoffee @bunnivibes @emmassecretlifexoxo

[chewycatt]

someone send me an ask or request im bored

[chewycatt]

2. ETA THE BOWLING ALLEY

yeah i doubt anyone will notice if i go or not… ² 𓈒 　e˖ .　　 ◟

◟ ㅤ walker scobell x fem!reader ࣪ ﹒⋆﹒

in which, reader is invited to an old friends birthday party!! turns out its full of actors, internet stars, inspiring artists, and one really cute boy.

y/n was sprawling around her room. clothes hanging on random handles, clinging for dear life to their respective hangers. some draped across her bedsheets, carefully, not to wrinkle them.

it had been week since dior reached out to y/n, and now, it was just hours before the party.

her mind twindaled, trying to picture which outfit looked best.

rianah and jane, sat in the midst of the chaos.

confused on the whole situation entirely.

‘i can’t believe your old friend just dmed you out of the blue.” jane sighed, picking a shirt off the floor.

‘i still think its a scam’ rianah stated.

‘its not a scam okay.”

“she showed me pictures of us yesterday” y/n turned around, her hands scrolled to find the pic dior had sent her yesterday.

the two hovered over the phone, with courosity.

“awww” jane and rianah awed in unison, moving closer to look at the screen.

y/n pulled her phone back, and the three went back to picking out clothes.

“do you know who else is coming?” jane asked.

“shes an actor right so probably other actors” rianah stared at the shoe boxes at the top of.

jane nodded

“yeah, yeah probably that” y/n agreed.

“do you know anyone specifically”

jane plopped into the squeaky spinning chair. rianah was still looking at the shoes, peering on her tippy toes.

“no maybe her cast mates, i—” y/n fidgeted with her hair, the sound of boxs falling starling her.

“—do you need help with that” y/n turned to rianah, whos hands were piled with shoe boxes.

“mmm yes please”

“it’s going to be awkward” jane stared.

“what?” y/n said confused, while trying to zip a pair of boots

“the party? you dont know anyone” jane inquired.

“she said she introduce me to people at party” y/n reassured.

“funn” jane dragged out.

“yeahhh”

y/n sighed, she wished she could have brought jane and rianah along, or atleast one of them, but it seemed like to much to ask dior. after all they hadn’t seen each other in years, things were still a bit awkward.. she was excited for tonight, although thinking about how awkward it was going to be was making it a bit, nauseating.

“we should have just went shopping” rianah huffed, her eyes fixated on the mess, clothes were everywhere, draws halfway open. the room looked like a clothing rack tornado hit it.

“no this is perfect” y/n says. spinning around torwds her two friends.

she wore a blue green striped long sleeved sweater, with a red velvet skirt that had a cute kinda obnoxious bukle on it y/n hated it, but the color was too cute for it to go to waste. she paired it with brown boots and the same color bag to match.

y/n didn’t quite yet have her drivers license, so her mother drove her to the party. she had told her mother about dior getting back in contact with her, the older woman was happy to hear that the two were able to reconect. y/n even heard her talking to diors mother one night.

everything felt like old times, but couldn’t but feel a bit unsure about it all.

what if her dior don’t click like they use too? they’d both gotten older, and gone down different life paths. i mean do we even like the same things anymore? y/n’s mind pondered.

the two had been texting all week. everything was fine, yeah, but what jane had brought up earlier was starting to get to her. what if it was too awkward?

—

y/n kissed her mother goodbye. shutting the car door, checking to make sure that the gift bag was in her hand.

she walked torwds the building, ‘spinning colors bowling alley’ the sign read lit up brightly with a rainbow of colors.

the door pulled open, the sounds of laughter, bowling balls rolling, and faint music, filled the echoing room.

y/n scanned the area and spotted diors party. dior raised her hand, waving it in the air. she smiled, and quickly walked over torwds y/n who stood shyly by the entrance.

“hiii!” dior slightly bent over to hug the girl.

y/n smiled, although her body stiffened as dior hugged her even tighter.

“oh my goodness you look amazing!” dior said, finally let the shorter girl out of her grasp. she stared at her, almost like she was trying to see what was different about her.

“you too, you look—“ y/n paused, trying to find a word to describe the girl infornt of her.

while growing up y/n always thought dior was pretty. but my goodness did she grow up to be as beautiful as ever.

“..stunning!” y/n completed her sentence.

“thank youu”

“come, i’ll introduced you too my friends,” dior grabbed y/n by the rist, and guided her over to the gathering of people.

“okay, oh this is for you” y/n handed her the gift bag that hug on her rist, dior nodded, and smiled gratefully.

the two walked over to where everyone one was sitting. y/n was a little stunned, everyone looked amazing, and she be lying if she said she hadn’t seen atleast one of them before.

“guys this is my old friend i was telling you all about, y/n!” dior introduced the girl.

everyone’s attention shifted towards y/n. the group of teenagers erupted into a burst of greetings.

a short girl with brown skin and long curly hair stood up first.

“hellooo, your outfit is so cute, im leah!” the girl y/n now knew as leah said, giving her a side hug.

“hi” y/n mumbled, shyly.

y/n stood, studying the room for a place to sit.

a girl with black, flowy curls scooted over and patted the seat beside her.

“I’m malia,” she said, turning toward her.

“nice to meet you.” y/n nodded

“have i seen you somewhere, you look familiar?” malia narrowed her eyes playfully.

y/n let out a nervous laugh. “uh… maybe?”

the girl tilted her head.

“wait. you sing, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes widening slightly.

“a little bit.” y/n froze for a second.

“i knew it!! dior showed me one of your covers before.” malia gasped dramatically

“ohmy god,” y/n groaned, covering her face.

“It was good!” leah called from across the couch.

“like, scary good.” the girl added on.

before she could answer, dior called out from near the bowling lanes.

“y/n you wana play?” dior asked out towards the girl.

“this is charlie, walker, aryan, mckenna” dior said, motioning around.

“hi,” y/n smiled awkwardly.

walker stepped closer first.

“I’m walker.”

“nice too meet you”

a silence settled between them, while sounds of crashing pins echoed through the alley.

“so… you and dior are childhood friends?” walker asked.

y/nodded.

“thats cool,” he laughed softly.

“makes me wanna talk to my old friends again.”

“yeah, they should have elementary school reunions or something.” y/n smiled.

“see? exactly.” walker pointed at her dramatically.

“very important stage of life” y/n noted.

“oh, absolutely.” walker sarcastically agreed

He laughed, and the awkwardness eased just a little.

“so where you from?” he asked.

“here kinda, more south side though.”

“ohh” he nodded.

“I’m from pennsylvania.”

“woww, that’s far” y/n gaped.

“yeah”

“you come to cali a lot?” y/n looked around.

“yep, mostly for work.” walker nodded.

“ohh, your on that show with dior, right?”

“yep, have you seen it?” walker asked.

“no… not yet.”

“ouch, that hurts” walker pretended to look offended.

“okay relax, i’ll watch it eventually” she laughed.

“you better.”

the two laughed. it wasn’t awkward anymore. and, for a second, neither of them spoke. the slince between them didn’t make it uncomfortable.

walker glanced at her, then quickly away.

“so, uh—”

“your turn,” dior interrupted, pointing toward the alley of pins.

walker sighed dramatically, “saved by bowling.”

y/n smiled, taking a deep breath, placing her fingers in the holes of the bowling ball, picking it out of the machine. her posture slightly changing under the unexpected weight.

she walked towards the alley way, her eyes focused, as she swung her arm forward, tossing the hevy sphere down the runway.

the boll was on a steady roll.

y/n prepared herself for failure. diverting her attention from the alley, only for a second. and then..

clink, crash !

she looked back at the bowling alley. STRIKE! flashed on the digital screen above the runway. all twelve pins had been knocked over.

the machine hurried to replace them.

the girl was a bit shocked. she hadn’t played bowling that much, except maybe when she was five? y/n surly didn’t expect to knock all the pins down are her first try. huh lucky first go, yn thought.

“what the hell?” y/n mumbled shocked.

“WOOO!” dior cheered along with the others.

“good job!” mckenna said.

“first try!?” aryan said.

“okayyy, y/n!” leah added.

“heyyy, you got a strike!” walker said, holding up both of his hands for a high five.

“i literally don’t know how i did that” y/n held her hands up to high five him.

“that was actually insane” walker said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“beginners luck” y/n shruged.

“sure” walker teased.

y/n laughed, the nerves she once had, melted away.

—

a few hours later, y/n was finally home. she yawned, flopping onto her bed, letting out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.

she was drained.

but she didn’t regret going like she thought she would. it was nice to see dior again, and everyone one was so nice and welcoming. it wasn’t awkward, she hadn’t felt out of place.

her eyes landed on the laptop sitting on her nightstand.

she reached over, pulling it onto her bed, flipping it open.

google.

walker s…

“what was his last name again?” y/n thought to herself

she typed — walker from pjo

and yeah, maybe googling someone you literally just met was kind of weird.

but everyone at that party had an online presence anyway. she just wanted to remember everyone’s names.

and maybe she wanted to see him again.

Search results filled the screen almost

the serch results loaded almost immediately.

pictures, interviews, getty images, edits.

a disney+ link for percy jackson and the olympians

“ohh, thats the show” she muttered.

the girl remembered saying she watch it. might as well keep up that promise. she clicked play on the computer, her body relaxing, as she snuggled in her blankets.

she watched a couple episodes, after while she lost count, her eyes closing, dozing off.

a soft knock against her bedroom door before it slowly opened.

“y/n, you—“ her mother stopped mid sentence, seeing y/n knocked out.

the laptop glowed onto her sleeping face.

the woman shoke her head with a smile. she closed the computer, carefully moving off her bed to her desk.

“good night, baby” she kissed her forehead.

notes . okayyy this chapter took an embarrassing amount of time to finish buttt, here it is! also tell me if you want to be added to the tag list

edit staus . not proofread / edited

taglist / @imjustagirlin

[chewycatt]

2. ETA THE BOWLING ALLEY

yeah i doubt anyone will notice if i go or not… ² 𓈒 　e˖ .　　 ◟

◟ ㅤ walker scobell x fem!reader ࣪ ﹒⋆﹒

in which, reader is invited to an old friends birthday party!! turns out its full of actors, internet stars, inspiring artists, and one really cute boy.

y/n was sprawling around her room. clothes hanging on random handles, clinging for dear life to their respective hangers. some draped across her bedsheets, carefully, not to wrinkle them.

it had been week since dior reached out to y/n, and now, it was just hours before the party.

her mind twindaled, trying to picture which outfit looked best.

rianah and jane, sat in the midst of the chaos.

confused on the whole situation entirely.

‘i can’t believe your old friend just dmed you out of the blue.” jane sighed, picking a shirt off the floor.

‘i still think its a scam’ rianah stated.

‘its not a scam okay.”

“she showed me pictures of us yesterday” y/n turned around, her hands scrolled to find the pic dior had sent her yesterday.

the two hovered over the phone, with courosity.

“awww” jane and rianah awed in unison, moving closer to look at the screen.

y/n pulled her phone back, and the three went back to picking out clothes.

“do you know who else is coming?” jane asked.

“shes an actor right so probably other actors” rianah stared at the shoe boxes at the top of.

jane nodded

“yeah, yeah probably that” y/n agreed.

“do you know anyone specifically”

jane plopped into the squeaky spinning chair. rianah was still looking at the shoes, peering on her tippy toes.

“no maybe her cast mates, i—” y/n fidgeted with her hair, the sound of boxs falling starling her.

“—do you need help with that” y/n turned to rianah, whos hands were piled with shoe boxes.

“mmm yes please”

“it’s going to be awkward” jane stared.

“what?” y/n said confused, while trying to zip a pair of boots

“the party? you dont know anyone” jane inquired.

“she said she introduce me to people at party” y/n reassured.

“funn” jane dragged out.

“yeahhh”

y/n sighed, she wished she could have brought jane and rianah along, or atleast one of them, but it seemed like to much to ask dior. after all they hadn’t seen each other in years, things were still a bit awkward.. she was excited for tonight, although thinking about how awkward it was going to be was making it a bit, nauseating.

“we should have just went shopping” rianah huffed, her eyes fixated on the mess, clothes were everywhere, draws halfway open. the room looked like a clothing rack tornado hit it.

“no this is perfect” y/n says. spinning around torwds her two friends.

she wore a blue green striped long sleeved sweater, with a red velvet skirt that had a cute kinda obnoxious bukle on it y/n hated it, but the color was too cute for it to go to waste. she paired it with brown boots and the same color bag to match.

y/n didn’t quite yet have her drivers license, so her mother drove her to the party. she had told her mother about dior getting back in contact with her, the older woman was happy to hear that the two were able to reconect. y/n even heard her talking to diors mother one night.

everything felt like old times, but couldn’t but feel a bit unsure about it all.

what if her dior don’t click like they use too? they’d both gotten older, and gone down different life paths. i mean do we even like the same things anymore? y/n’s mind pondered.

the two had been texting all week. everything was fine, yeah, but what jane had brought up earlier was starting to get to her. what if it was too awkward?

—

y/n kissed her mother goodbye. shutting the car door, checking to make sure that the gift bag was in her hand.

she walked torwds the building, ‘spinning colors bowling alley’ the sign read lit up brightly with a rainbow of colors.

the door pulled open, the sounds of laughter, bowling balls rolling, and faint music, filled the echoing room.

y/n scanned the area and spotted diors party. dior raised her hand, waving it in the air. she smiled, and quickly walked over torwds y/n who stood shyly by the entrance.

“hiii!” dior slightly bent over to hug the girl.

y/n smiled, although her body stiffened as dior hugged her even tighter.

“oh my goodness you look amazing!” dior said, finally let the shorter girl out of her grasp. she stared at her, almost like she was trying to see what was different about her.

“you too, you look—“ y/n paused, trying to find a word to describe the girl infornt of her.

while growing up y/n always thought dior was pretty. but my goodness did she grow up to be as beautiful as ever.

“..stunning!” y/n completed her sentence.

“thank youu”

“come, i’ll introduced you too my friends,” dior grabbed y/n by the rist, and guided her over to the gathering of people.

“okay, oh this is for you” y/n handed her the gift bag that hug on her rist, dior nodded, and smiled gratefully.

the two walked over to where everyone one was sitting. y/n was a little stunned, everyone looked amazing, and she be lying if she said she hadn’t seen atleast one of them before.

“guys this is my old friend i was telling you all about, y/n!” dior introduced the girl.

everyone’s attention shifted towards y/n. the group of teenagers erupted into a burst of greetings.

a short girl with brown skin and long curly hair stood up first.

“hellooo, your outfit is so cute, im leah!” the girl y/n now knew as leah said, giving her a side hug.

“hi” y/n mumbled, shyly.

y/n stood, studying the room for a place to sit.

a girl with black, flowy curls scooted over and patted the seat beside her.

“I’m malia,” she said, turning toward her.

“nice to meet you.” y/n nodded

“have i seen you somewhere, you look familiar?” malia narrowed her eyes playfully.

y/n let out a nervous laugh. “uh… maybe?”

the girl tilted her head.

“wait. you sing, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes widening slightly.

“a little bit.” y/n froze for a second.

“i knew it!! dior showed me one of your covers before.” malia gasped dramatically

“ohmy god,” y/n groaned, covering her face.

“It was good!” leah called from across the couch.

“like, scary good.” the girl added on.

before she could answer, dior called out from near the bowling lanes.

“y/n you wana play?” dior asked out towards the girl.

“this is charlie, walker, aryan, mckenna” dior said, motioning around.

“hi,” y/n smiled awkwardly.

walker stepped closer first.

“I’m walker.”

“nice too meet you”

a silence settled between them, while sounds of crashing pins echoed through the alley.

“so… you and dior are childhood friends?” walker asked.

y/nodded.

“thats cool,” he laughed softly.

“makes me wanna talk to my old friends again.”

“yeah, they should have elementary school reunions or something.” y/n smiled.

“see? exactly.” walker pointed at her dramatically.

“very important stage of life” y/n noted.

“oh, absolutely.” walker sarcastically agreed

He laughed, and the awkwardness eased just a little.

“so where you from?” he asked.

“here kinda, more south side though.”

“ohh” he nodded.

“I’m from pennsylvania.”

“woww, that’s far” y/n gaped.

“yeah”

“you come to cali a lot?” y/n looked around.

“yep, mostly for work.” walker nodded.

“ohh, your on that show with dior, right?”

“yep, have you seen it?” walker asked.

“no… not yet.”

“ouch, that hurts” walker pretended to look offended.

“okay relax, i’ll watch it eventually” she laughed.

“you better.”

the two laughed. it wasn’t awkward anymore. and, for a second, neither of them spoke. the slince between them didn’t make it uncomfortable.

walker glanced at her, then quickly away.

“so, uh—”

“your turn,” dior interrupted, pointing toward the alley of pins.

walker sighed dramatically, “saved by bowling.”

y/n smiled, taking a deep breath, placing her fingers in the holes of the bowling ball, picking it out of the machine. her posture slightly changing under the unexpected weight.

she walked towards the alley way, her eyes focused, as she swung her arm forward, tossing the hevy sphere down the runway.

the boll was on a steady roll.

y/n prepared herself for failure. diverting her attention from the alley, only for a second. and then..

clink, crash !

she looked back at the bowling alley. STRIKE! flashed on the digital screen above the runway. all twelve pins had been knocked over.

the machine hurried to replace them.

the girl was a bit shocked. she hadn’t played bowling that much, except maybe when she was five? y/n surly didn’t expect to knock all the pins down are her first try. huh lucky first go, yn thought.

“what the hell?” y/n mumbled shocked.

“WOOO!” dior cheered along with the others.

“good job!” mckenna said.

“first try!?” aryan said.

“okayyy, y/n!” leah added.

“heyyy, you got a strike!” walker said, holding up both of his hands for a high five.

“i literally don’t know how i did that” y/n held her hands up to high five him.

“that was actually insane” walker said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“beginners luck” y/n shruged.

“sure” walker teased.

y/n laughed, the nerves she once had, melted away.

—

a few hours later, y/n was finally home. she yawned, flopping onto her bed, letting out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.

she was drained.

but she didn’t regret going like she thought she would. it was nice to see dior again, and everyone one was so nice and welcoming. it wasn’t awkward, she hadn’t felt out of place.

her eyes landed on the laptop sitting on her nightstand.

she reached over, pulling it onto her bed, flipping it open.

google.

walker s…

“what was his last name again?” y/n thought to herself

she typed — walker from pjo

and yeah, maybe googling someone you literally just met was kind of weird.

but everyone at that party had an online presence anyway. she just wanted to remember everyone’s names.

and maybe she wanted to see him again.

Search results filled the screen almost

the serch results loaded almost immediately.

pictures, interviews, getty images, edits.

a disney+ link for percy jackson and the olympians

“ohh, thats the show” she muttered.

the girl remembered saying she watch it. might as well keep up that promise. she clicked play on the computer, her body relaxing, as she snuggled in her blankets.

she watched a couple episodes, after while she lost count, her eyes closing, dozing off.

a soft knock against her bedroom door before it slowly opened.

“y/n, you—“ her mother stopped mid sentence, seeing y/n knocked out.

the laptop glowed onto her sleeping face.

the woman shoke her head with a smile. she closed the computer, carefully moving off her bed to her desk.

“good night, baby” she kissed her forehead.

notes . okayyy this chapter took an embarrassing amount of time to finish buttt, here it is! also tell me if you want to be added to the tag list

edit staus . not proofread / edited

taglist / @imjustagirlin

[chewycatt]

how to do 40k steps a day no glue no borax

[chewycatt]

CHAPTERS

drop dead…

the most alive i’ve ever been… ² 𓈒 　e˖ .　　 ◟

◟ ㅤ walker scobell x fem!reader ࣪ ﹒⋆﹒

in which , reader is a new upcoming artist, gaining a following from youtube covers. an old friend re connects, now you’re invited to a birthday party. its overwhelming, packed with people you’ve only ever seen thru a screen. one specific blonde guy catches your eye. who knew that would lead to a viral song idea, and a blooming love story..

1. we talk now…

2. eta the bowling alley

3. i’ve ever seen

4. ‘droped’ dead

5. we just said goodbye.

6. time out in california

[chewycatt]

2. ETA THE BOWLING ALLEY

yeah i doubt anyone will notice if i go or not… ² 𓈒 　e˖ .　　 ◟

◟ ㅤ walker scobell x fem!reader ࣪ ﹒⋆﹒

in which, reader is invited to an old friends birthday party!! turns out its full of actors, internet stars, inspiring artists, and one really cute boy.

y/n was sprawling around her room. clothes hanging on random handles, clinging for dear life to their respective hangers. some draped across her bedsheets, carefully, not to wrinkle them.

it had been week since dior reached out to y/n, and now, it was just hours before the party.

her mind twindaled, trying to picture which outfit looked best.

rianah and jane, sat in the midst of the chaos.

confused on the whole situation entirely.

‘i can’t believe your old friend just dmed you out of the blue.” jane sighed, picking a shirt off the floor.

‘i still think its a scam’ rianah stated.

‘its not a scam okay.”

“she showed me pictures of us yesterday” y/n turned around, her hands scrolled to find the pic dior had sent her yesterday.

the two hovered over the phone, with courosity.

“awww” jane and rianah awed in unison, moving closer to look at the screen.

y/n pulled her phone back, and the three went back to picking out clothes.

“do you know who else is coming?” jane asked.

“shes an actor right so probably other actors” rianah stared at the shoe boxes at the top of.

jane nodded

“yeah, yeah probably that” y/n agreed.

“do you know anyone specifically”

jane plopped into the squeaky spinning chair. rianah was still looking at the shoes, peering on her tippy toes.

“no maybe her cast mates, i—” y/n fidgeted with her hair, the sound of boxs falling starling her.

“—do you need help with that” y/n turned to rianah, whos hands were piled with shoe boxes.

“mmm yes please”

“it’s going to be awkward” jane stared.

“what?” y/n said confused, while trying to zip a pair of boots

“the party? you dont know anyone” jane inquired.

“she said she introduce me to people at party” y/n reassured.

“funn” jane dragged out.

“yeahhh”

y/n sighed, she wished she could have brought jane and rianah along, or atleast one of them, but it seemed like to much to ask dior. after all they hadn’t seen each other in years, things were still a bit awkward.. she was excited for tonight, although thinking about how awkward it was going to be was making it a bit, nauseating.

“we should have just went shopping” rianah huffed, her eyes fixated on the mess, clothes were everywhere, draws halfway open. the room looked like a clothing rack tornado hit it.

“no this is perfect” y/n says. spinning around torwds her two friends.

she wore a blue green striped long sleeved sweater, with a red velvet skirt that had a cute kinda obnoxious bukle on it y/n hated it, but the color was too cute for it to go to waste. she paired it with brown boots and the same color bag to match.

y/n didn’t quite yet have her drivers license, so her mother drove her to the party. she had told her mother about dior getting back in contact with her, the older woman was happy to hear that the two were able to reconect. y/n even heard her talking to diors mother one night.

everything felt like old times, but couldn’t but feel a bit unsure about it all.

what if her dior don’t click like they use too? they’d both gotten older, and gone down different life paths. i mean do we even like the same things anymore? y/n’s mind pondered.

the two had been texting all week. everything was fine, yeah, but what jane had brought up earlier was starting to get to her. what if it was too awkward?

—

y/n kissed her mother goodbye. shutting the car door, checking to make sure that the gift bag was in her hand.

she walked torwds the building, ‘spinning colors bowling alley’ the sign read lit up brightly with a rainbow of colors.

the door pulled open, the sounds of laughter, bowling balls rolling, and faint music, filled the echoing room.

y/n scanned the area and spotted diors party. dior raised her hand, waving it in the air. she smiled, and quickly walked over torwds y/n who stood shyly by the entrance.

“hiii!” dior slightly bent over to hug the girl.

y/n smiled, although her body stiffened as dior hugged her even tighter.

“oh my goodness you look amazing!” dior said, finally let the shorter girl out of her grasp. she stared at her, almost like she was trying to see what was different about her.

“you too, you look—“ y/n paused, trying to find a word to describe the girl infornt of her.

while growing up y/n always thought dior was pretty. but my goodness did she grow up to be as beautiful as ever.

“..stunning!” y/n completed her sentence.

“thank youu”

“come, i’ll introduced you too my friends,” dior grabbed y/n by the rist, and guided her over to the gathering of people.

“okay, oh this is for you” y/n handed her the gift bag that hug on her rist, dior nodded, and smiled gratefully.

the two walked over to where everyone one was sitting. y/n was a little stunned, everyone looked amazing, and she be lying if she said she hadn’t seen atleast one of them before.

“guys this is my old friend i was telling you all about, y/n!” dior introduced the girl.

everyone’s attention shifted towards y/n. the group of teenagers erupted into a burst of greetings.

a short girl with brown skin and long curly hair stood up first.

“hellooo, your outfit is so cute, im leah!” the girl y/n now knew as leah said, giving her a side hug.

“hi” y/n mumbled, shyly.

y/n stood, studying the room for a place to sit.

a girl with black, flowy curls scooted over and patted the seat beside her.

“I’m malia,” she said, turning toward her.

“nice to meet you.” y/n nodded

“have i seen you somewhere, you look familiar?” malia narrowed her eyes playfully.

y/n let out a nervous laugh. “uh… maybe?”

the girl tilted her head.

“wait. you sing, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes widening slightly.

“a little bit.” y/n froze for a second.

“i knew it!! dior showed me one of your covers before.” malia gasped dramatically

“ohmy god,” y/n groaned, covering her face.

“It was good!” leah called from across the couch.

“like, scary good.” the girl added on.

before she could answer, dior called out from near the bowling lanes.

“y/n you wana play?” dior asked out towards the girl.

“this is charlie, walker, aryan, mckenna” dior said, motioning around.

“hi,” y/n smiled awkwardly.

walker stepped closer first.

“I’m walker.”

“nice too meet you”

a silence settled between them, while sounds of crashing pins echoed through the alley.

“so… you and dior are childhood friends?” walker asked.

y/nodded.

“thats cool,” he laughed softly.

“makes me wanna talk to my old friends again.”

“yeah, they should have elementary school reunions or something.” y/n smiled.

“see? exactly.” walker pointed at her dramatically.

“very important stage of life” y/n noted.

“oh, absolutely.” walker sarcastically agreed

He laughed, and the awkwardness eased just a little.

“so where you from?” he asked.

“here kinda, more south side though.”

“ohh” he nodded.

“I’m from pennsylvania.”

“woww, that’s far” y/n gaped.

“yeah”

“you come to cali a lot?” y/n looked around.

“yep, mostly for work.” walker nodded.

“ohh, your on that show with dior, right?”

“yep, have you seen it?” walker asked.

“no… not yet.”

“ouch, that hurts” walker pretended to look offended.

“okay relax, i’ll watch it eventually” she laughed.

“you better.”

the two laughed. it wasn’t awkward anymore. and, for a second, neither of them spoke. the slince between them didn’t make it uncomfortable.

walker glanced at her, then quickly away.

“so, uh—”

“your turn,” dior interrupted, pointing toward the alley of pins.

walker sighed dramatically, “saved by bowling.”

y/n smiled, taking a deep breath, placing her fingers in the holes of the bowling ball, picking it out of the machine. her posture slightly changing under the unexpected weight.

she walked towards the alley way, her eyes focused, as she swung her arm forward, tossing the hevy sphere down the runway.

the boll was on a steady roll.

y/n prepared herself for failure. diverting her attention from the alley, only for a second. and then..

clink, crash !

she looked back at the bowling alley. STRIKE! flashed on the digital screen above the runway. all twelve pins had been knocked over.

the machine hurried to replace them.

the girl was a bit shocked. she hadn’t played bowling that much, except maybe when she was five? y/n surly didn’t expect to knock all the pins down are her first try. huh lucky first go, yn thought.

“what the hell?” y/n mumbled shocked.

“WOOO!” dior cheered along with the others.

“good job!” mckenna said.

“first try!?” aryan said.

“okayyy, y/n!” leah added.

“heyyy, you got a strike!” walker said, holding up both of his hands for a high five.

“i literally don’t know how i did that” y/n held her hands up to high five him.

“that was actually insane” walker said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“beginners luck” y/n shruged.

“sure” walker teased.

y/n laughed, the nerves she once had, melted away.

—

a few hours later, y/n was finally home. she yawned, flopping onto her bed, letting out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.

she was drained.

but she didn’t regret going like she thought she would. it was nice to see dior again, and everyone one was so nice and welcoming. it wasn’t awkward, she hadn’t felt out of place.

her eyes landed on the laptop sitting on her nightstand.

she reached over, pulling it onto her bed, flipping it open.

google.

walker s…

“what was his last name again?” y/n thought to herself

she typed — walker from pjo

and yeah, maybe googling someone you literally just met was kind of weird.

but everyone at that party had an online presence anyway. she just wanted to remember everyone’s names.

and maybe she wanted to see him again.

Search results filled the screen almost

the serch results loaded almost immediately.

pictures, interviews, getty images, edits.

a disney+ link for percy jackson and the olympians

“ohh, thats the show” she muttered.

the girl remembered saying she watch it. might as well keep up that promise. she clicked play on the computer, her body relaxing, as she snuggled in her blankets.

she watched a couple episodes, after while she lost count, her eyes closing, dozing off.

a soft knock against her bedroom door before it slowly opened.

“y/n, you—“ her mother stopped mid sentence, seeing y/n knocked out.

the laptop glowed onto her sleeping face.

the woman shoke her head with a smile. she closed the computer, carefully moving off her bed to her desk.

“good night, baby” she kissed her forehead.

notes . okayyy this chapter took an embarrassing amount of time to finish buttt, here it is! also tell me if you want to be added to the tag list

edit staus . not proofread / edited

taglist / @imjustagirlin

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