"Bitch!"
"Relax! Just because I said your drawing was ugly doesn't mean you can yell!"
Chris and Charlotte argued over their drawings, because everyone had collectively agreed that they should do a drawing competition to settle their previous argument, which no one remembered. Their theme was turtles, random but effective.
"You two are always fucking fighting! Your worse then me and Matt!" Nick shouted, laughing hysterically.
"He called my drawing ugly! What do you expect?!" Charlotte defended, giggling wildly.
"Fair bitch!" Arianna grinned.
"Ok! The verdict has decided: the winner is... Charlotte!"
"Fucks sake!" Chris dramatically threw his turtle across the room, though it only travelled a few centimetres away.
Everyone cracked up, Walker bending over to breath and Charlotte going over to give Chris an over-dramatic hug, which he declined and crossed his arms, pouting.
"Sorry, Chris, i'm just better" Charlotte shrugged.
"Fuck you" he stuck his tongue out.
Charlotte repeated the action back to him, before Nick took over with his usual yelling.
"Ok! That is the verdicts final answer. Chris, stop pouting and accept Charlotte's hug and Charlotte, your not that good, don't get excited"
Charlotte gasped, offended, before hugging Chris again, which he barely accepted.
After all the screaming, they decided to watch something to relax. Everyone settled on the couch (though Arianna and Nick insisted on sitting on the floor so they could talk). Walker sat on the edge while Charlotte snuggled up beside him. He didn't seem to mind. Matt and Chris sat as well, along with McKenna. And they all, once again, argued on what to watch.
"The Hunger Games is actually such a good movie, your just psycho!" Charlotte
exclaimed.
"Listen, I don't know what your on, but Scream fits the vibe right now" Chris answered.
"Of course, because Matt's gonna whip out a knife and kill us all" Charlotte replied sarcastically.
"I will if you don't pick a fucking movie!" He laughed.
"Ok! I surrender, Hunger Games it is."
"I love you" Charlotte grinned widely.
"Which one?" Nick asked, tilting his head to look at the people on the couch.
"Catching Fire!" The room replied.
"No fucking way. Not all of us are psycho! I'm so proud!" Charlotte joked as she clicked on the movie.
When they had finished the movie (and Nick and Arianna had finished whispering) it was late. Sadly, no one could stay, so everyone managed a way to get home. Except Charlotte.
"I can drop you home?" Matt offered.
"No, it's fine, thank you. It's just late and all, I don't wanna make you drive around at night, stay here" she smiled.
"Ok, but if you end up needing a ride let me know" he offered.
"I will, thank you" she replied.

When everyone left, it was just Charlotte and Walker.
"Thank you, for what you did earlier. I appreciate it"
"Of course. I wasn't gonna let him walk all over you." he gave her a small smile.
Charlotte smiled. "How are you getting home?" She questioned.
"I'm walking. How are you getting home?" He asked her own question back.
"I... don't know" she sheepishly replied.
"You know the drill" he smiled, linking her arm. "lets go"
"Ok" she giggled, and they started walking.

When they got to her front porch, the tension was thick.
"Hey, um, thanks again, i'll see you-" Charlotte started, but she was cut off.
Because Walker had kissed her.
Their lips lingered for a long moment, his hands finding her waist. Charlotte's hands were on the back of his neck, because fuck it, its for the fans, and she was trying really hard to convince herself that that was true.
When he pulled away, both of them went slightly pink.
"We have to act like we love each other, remember? Keep the chemistry coming" He smirked, and Charlotte almost fell on the spot.
"Um, yeah I- kinda, yeah" she laughed, flustered.
They looked at each other, none wanting to break each others gaze.
"Sorry" Walker mumbled, looking anything but sorry.
"Oh no, your fine, 'darling' " Charlotte shot back, all her flustered tension evaporating.
"Brave now, are we, 'darling'?" he repeated back.
When he said it, it had Charlotte flustered all over again.
She shook her head.
* 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.*
"Well thank you" she laughed. "see ya soon"
"See you" he smiled before walking down her drive.

As Charlotte stepped inside and shut the door, she leaned against it, slowly sliding down. One thought, and one thought only, could describe her mental state:

𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠