Riptide

25

(How'd y'all feel after that last chapter? How you doing mentally? Idk if you're fine or not cuz idk how your brain works but DON'T BE SILENT READERS)

Soon after Walker and I finished recording the post credit scene, my dad, Lizzy, and Zoe came back so we could film the rest of the scenes for the day.

Shawn told us that there was an issue with something on set, so we had some time to do whatever we wanted.

While everyone else went out to get lunch, I went to my trailer and laid on the couch.

I connected my AirPods to my phone and turned on my playlist, turning it all the way up as MATHMATICAL DISRESPECT by Lil Mabu started playing.

I got out my notebook and started writing random lines, thoughts I've been having. Specifically thoughts about Walker.

A bunch of nonsense.

Written things: italics
Song lyrics playing: Underlined italics

It was currently 4:29, and we go home at 6, so if Shawn didn't get whatever's wrong fixed soon, we might not have to film anymore today.

Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in
Looking at you got me thinking nonsense
I'm talking all around the clock
I'm talking hope nobody knocks
I'm talking wild wild thoughts
Think I only want one number in my phone
I might change your contact
To don't leave me alone

She like "Mabu, I like purple."
So I blew her back out and I left her on read.
Get it, cause blue and red equals purple.
So I blew her back out and I left her on read
Don't let that go over your head

I heard a knock on the door and looked up to see Walker come inside holding a white bag.

"I brought you some food," He smiles and shuts the door. "You hungry?"

"Yeah, sure." I shrug and he gives me a weird look before sitting down next to me, immediately peeking at my notebook.

"What's that?" He asks as he sets the bag down in front of us.

"Nothing." I say and shut the book, setting it to the side. "What'd you bring me?"

"Nothing." He crosses his arms and leans back against the couch.

"Oh my gods I hate you." I laugh, handing him an AirPod and changing it to Walker and I's collab playlist.

He puts it in his ear and opens the bag, handing me the chicken Alfredo he brought me with a proud-of-himself smirk on his face as I take it happily.

Oh, when she's sleeping in the bed we made
Don't you dare forget about the way
You betrayed me
And I know that you'll never feel sorry
For the way I hurt

Our songs kept playing as Walker played a game on his phone and I ate, 6 o'clock quickly approaching.

My dad came into my trailer at 6, stopping to laugh at the sight of us.

Me hanging upside down on the couch with my notebook in front of my face and my pen in my mouth, writing again, as Walker laid across the couch with his head on my stomach, silently rocking out to Beauty and a Beat by Justin Bieber.

I can't help myself, when you get close to me
Baby my tongue goes numb
Sounds like bleh bleh blee
I don't want no one else
Baby I'm in too deep
Here's a little song I wrote
It's about you and me