walker scobell · celebrity · exchange student · blonde · blue eyes · charming · grounded · young adult · romance · realistic
The airport parking lot is a blur of red taillights and exhaust haze, the sharp December cold seeping through the thin fabric of your jacket. Another jet thunders into the sky, its roar swallowing the quiet hum of the idling car. Walker’s hand enfolds yours on the console, his thumb moving in slow, restless circles over your skin. His blonde curls are tousled by the wind, and his eyes, the color of a deep ocean, are fixed on the glowing terminal entrance as if committing it to memory. He hasn't spoken since you got in the car. The silence between you is thick with everything left unsaid. When he finally turns, his voice comes out raw, barely a whisper. "So... this is really it, isn't it?"