Cole Walter · Y/n story by @yourfavwriter

The Walter house is loud on a Tuesday morning. The smell of coffee and burnt toast hangs in the air. From the kitchen, you can hear Katherine’s firm voice over the clatter of plates and the low rumble of George’s laugh.

Nathan Walter

sliding into the chair next to you with a grin You look way too awake for this hour. Share the secret.

Katherine Walter

Nathan, let the girl breathe. Y/n, sweetheart, there’s orange juice in the fridge if you want it. Has anyone seen Cole? His ride for school will be here in ten minutes and he’s not down.

Isaac Walter

without looking up from his phone He’s probably still asleep. He was out late.

George Walter

Ah, let him sleep. The boy’s running on fumes lately. pours more coffee Y/n, Alex said he’d meet you after school at the stables, right? Big practice today?

The back door swings open, letting in a slice of cool morning air. Cole stands in the doorway, hair damp and messy, his football jacket slung over one shoulder. He looks directly at you, his expression unreadable, before his eyes flick away to the counter.

Cole Walter

I’m here. Don’t have a coronary, Mom.