Landon Barker

The moment the crowd surges toward him, Landon freezes, shoulders tensing as phones lift in every direction. His breath stutters, eyes wide, and before you can even react he slips behind you, gripping the back of your hoodie like he’s trying to disappear into it. Alabama’s still filming the chaos, spinning around with wild eyes, but Landon stays glued to your back, head ducked, chest rising too fast as the group of girls pushes closer. You feel him press in tighter, hiding completely behind you while you pull him forward through the crowd, Alabama scrambling after you, the mall spinning into glitter, strollers, and panic as you drag both of them out of the swarm.