Walker Scobell oneshots

the golden retriever boy and black cat girl pt 11

As I sat there, I could feel the effects of Crystal and her group slowly creeping in. My head was starting to feel heavy, and my vision was getting blurry. I looked over at Walker, who had been clenching his fist so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. Finally, he let go, and I could see the relief wash over his face.

The others in the group sat down, taking deep breaths to calm themselves. It was clear that they had all been affected by Crystal's actions. I couldn't believe that she was messing with my friends like that, playing with their minds and emotions. It was unfair and downright cruel.

As I surveyed the situation, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. We were all stuck in this room together, and the mood was tense. I knew that if I didn't do something to improve things, we were in for a terrible time. I racked my brain trying to think of any good ideas, but nothing came to mind. The only thing that sounded remotely appealing was the idea of reading a good book, but I knew that no one else would be interested in that.

As I looked around the room again, I noticed Walker burying his head in his hands, clearly feeling just as helpless as I did. Meanwhile, Dior and Leah were wiping their foreheads, clearly feeling hot and uncomfortable. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I remembered seeing a TV in the corner of the room earlier, and I thought that maybe turning it on could provide a welcome distraction.

Without hesitation, I made my way over to the TV and switched it on. As the screen flickered to life, Walker looked at me with confusion and asked me what I was doing. I explained my reasoning to him, and to my relief, he seemed to agree that it was a good idea. As we settled into my plan. I put a dancing game on and pulled Walker to my side, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe things weren't so hopeless after all.

As Aryan got up and shook his whole body, the rest of us followed along, enjoying the music and Dior's fantastic dance moves. I was thrilled that my plan to bring everyone together had worked so well. As time passed, everyone started getting tired, and one by one, they fell to the floor and dozed off. It was amusing to see Charlie, the last one standing, finally giving in to sleep.

As I lay awake, I couldn't help but think about how these people I had just met had stood up for me. It was a remarkable feeling to have found such genuine people. I noticed that Walker didn't seem to be sleeping either. "Can't sleep too?" he asked, and we talked about our experiences and how we had ended up here.

but the next part made me change the way I saw Walker had how I felt about him

A/n: Hope you like it my little lucky Clovers!