𝒲𝐵𝐻 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉: 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝑜𝓃𝑒
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𝓛𝓪𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓜𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 has been best friends with Walker Scobell her whole life, since they live on the same road. When her best friend books a role on an upcoming TV show with a bunch of other young actors...
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twenty-seven . distance
[ narrative ] FEBRUARY 23TH, 2024 Well.. Now What? lauren's pov
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I WOKE up with my eyes feeling dry because I went to sleep crying. I drowsily get up and go to the bathroom to wash my face, and after I do so I take a shower.
The water's as hot as I can bare, as if it'll wash away my issues, or maybe burn them off, I don't know.
It had been a few days since our argument, and we obviously hadn't spoken since then because I blocked him. Was that the right move? Probably not, because I obviously don't want things to end between us, I was just really upset and in the moment I blocked him.
I wasn't sure when we'd talk again, but I'd assume it'd be whenever we have to film again and I have to act head over heels for him... which usually would be easy, but I'm not so sure about it anymore.
I finish showering pretty quickly and put on one of brady's hoodies over a crop top, and I pair that with spandex, since I'm not going anywhere today.
Walker's at filming, but I wasn't needed today since I'm not in the scenes they're filming.
I lay on my bed, scrolling mindlessly on my phone to try and distract myself from reality, when I get a knock at my door.
I wasn't expecting anyone, so I'm not sure who it could be. I trudge to the door and open it, seeing Brady outside.
My mouth goes dry when I see him. I hadn't expected to see him again so soon. I swallow nervously.
He takes a second, looking at my outfit, probably noticing I'm in his hoodie, before speaking.
"We need to talk. Like, now." He mumbles, and I silently let him in.
He doesn't sit, which makes me think this won't be a very long conversation.
"Look, Lauren..." he sighs. "I..."
I raise an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
I don't bother correcting him for calling me Lauren, since i don't really want to argue with him, and this doesn't seem like an appropriate time to be called sweetheart anyway.
"I think we should take a break." He says softly, avoiding my eyes.
I feel tears rise to my eyes as I shake my head. I thought I was done crying over this...
