𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

She's absolutely beautiful. And she doesn't even try. The way she laughs, talks, looks at me, even the way she breathes for God's sake, it's gorgeous. The way she smiles and grins at me, her eyes that are so blue they make me feel like i'm floating in the sky, or swimming in the sea, all of it. She's beautiful.

As she talks to me about books and whatever the hell she wants, all I notice is the stunning Charlotte in front of me. Then she snaps me out of my admiring thoughts.
"Hellooo? Is Walker in there?" She giggles. I love the sound.
"Why yes I am, but sorry, I zoned out for a second. Not that your boring! I just got distracted, but I promise your not boring or-"
Her laugh cuts through my useless apologies "It's ok! Now I know how you feel when I kept thanking you for Fearless" She smiles at me reassuringly.
And I would keep apologising over and over again just to see her smile at me like that again, or look at me like that again.
"As I was saying" She continues "what's your favourite book? I'm sure you know mine by now"
I think for a moment "I'm not a big reader" I shrug.
"Come on! It can be from when you were five or something"
"Oh, then definitely the Cat in the Hat"
She bursts out laughing "Oh my God, what a great answer"
"What?! You said it could be from when I was five, so that's it!" I laugh with her.

We chat for another while. Maybe a few hours, i'm not even sure anymore. All I know is the sky that once looked like Char's sparkling eyes has turned dark. Suddenly she checks the time.
"Holy fuck" She mutters.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Walker, it's 2:40 in the morning" She laughs.
"Holy shit" I gasp, laughing back.
We both giggle silently. We didn't even realise anyone had come home, that's how engulfed in conversation we were.
As we quiet our voices, we continue to chat. Now it's my turn to talk her ears off. I study her. Certain ways she smiles, the way she furrows her eyebrows when I say certain things, it's all fucking stunning. She asks me questions, and I ask back, because why the hell not.

Suddenly, I do something. Something mad.
Something that might just ruin all our progress, all the friendship we've built over the past while.

I confess.