We both walk back to the church in silence. Carl occasionally try's to make conversation with me but I can't hear him over the sound of my thoughts.
What would if happened if Carl hadn't come down? What would they of done to me?
To many of these questions overwhelm me and I break down crying.
Again.
Carl runs to my aid, he rubs my back while I whimper and sob. he puts his finger under my chin and lifts it up until I'm looking straight into his eyes.
I get lost in them and I don't hear what he says.
"Did you hear that?" He asks me, his finger still under my chin.
I shake my head, tears stream down my face.
He repeats his comment "Im so sorry April, I should I stayed in the shop, then I would of heard you earlier on." he shakes his head in frustration.
"What do you mean you should of stayed in the shop?" I say through my sobs.
"When I was looking for supplies, I came across five walkers. The room was so small I had to lead them out the shop, I know I should of just fired my gun in the shop, but I don't want to waste ammo, oh god April, I don't know what I would of done if they hurt you, it's all my fault for no-"
"Hey." I wipe my tears away with my sleeve. now it was my turn to put my finger under his chin, I tilt his head down until he's looking straight into my eyes. "it's not your fault, it could of happened to anyone, okay?"
We both stand under the trees, The sun reflecting off our skin. Carl leans into me and puts his hands on my waist, he pulls me close to him. His face comes closer to mine, so close In fact that his nose touches mine.
"I will never leave you ever again, I will not leave my best friend like that, ever." he continues to come closer to my face.
"Bestfriend?" I smirk, "what an honour it is to be best friends with a hero like you, I Bet all the girls in the world wish they were In my place right now." I tease.
"Oh shut up you." he still comes closer.
My heart skips a beat and my breath gets caught in my throat.
April stop feeling these emotions for him, it will never happen.
Who said I ever had feelings for him? I mean I don't do I?
Well I know for sure that he doesn't have feelings for me.
I inhale a huge amount of air when I finally get back control of my breathing. While breathing it in a bug flys into my mouth, starting a coughing fit.
Carl steps away from me and chuckles while looking at the ground.
I have to ruin everything don't i?
We continue to walk in silence until we reach the church. Both of us walk inside, before me and Carl ran out the shops basement I managed to grab the duffel bag with all the food in it.
All the group come running over. Their questions filling my head.
"Did everything go okay, what happened to your head April?" Rick questions me.
When one of the guys hit my head, it left a nasty bruise, I don't want the group to know about the accident, they would just keep reminding me of it.
"Well down in the shop basement Apr-" Carl starts. I then cut him off.
"I tripped on the stairs and fell, that's all."
Carl glances at me, but doesn't question my answer. The group mumble and laugh at my incident.
Oh if only they knew.
They unpack the food and boil some water, getting ready for dinner.
I walk over to an empty room, close the door and sit on the window sill. I get lost in looking at the sun sink behind the horizon, I don know how much time has passed, and to be honest I don't care, watching the sun calms me.
A knock on the door snaps me out of my daze. Carl comes into the room, he closes the door behind him and he sits at the opposite end of the window sill. We don't speak for a while, we just stare at the oncoming night.
"I'm sorry." He finally says.
I sigh "Carl please stop saying that, it's not your fault." and it's true, It wasn't his fault, how was he suppose to know that a group of men were hiding in the shop basement.
Carl doesn't say anything for a while.
"I don't know what I would of done if they hurt you April, I would of never forgiven myself." he mutters.
I lace my fingers through his and squeeze his hand.
"Please stop blaming yourself, Carl listen it wasn't your fault, okay?" I say.
He brings my hand up to his mouth and kisses it.
My heart stops and for second time today my breath gets caught in my throat.
You don't have feelings for him, you don't have feelings for him, YOU DONT HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIM.
He strokes the back of my hand, he's fingers brush against my skin, warming me.
"There something your not telling me Grimes and I'm determined to find out." I mutter. What I say is true, every time I mention my brother he sulks and when I enter his room most of the time I see him crying. I've never really been a nosey person but he's hiding something from me and I want to find out.
"You know I would never hurt you." He replies, Carl continues to brush his fingers against my hand.
"You never said that you wouldn't lie to me though." I mumble.
We both stay silent for a while, watching the sun disappear behind the trees. Finally Carl breaks the silence.
"You know what we should do?" He says
"What?" I sigh.
"We should do something tomorrow afternoon, just you and me, together."
"What?" I repeat again, this time laughing slightly.
Carl let's go of my hand and wipes both of his sweaty palms on his jeans.
"Carl are you asking me out on a date?" I ask, laughing.
"What? No, no I wasn't suggesting that I mean like if y-"
"Wow I'm getting asked on a date by the heroic Carl grimes, oh how envious other girls must be right now."
Carls cheeks flush red, and I scream with laughter.
I finally end taunting him and give him an answer.
"My answer is yes Carl, I will go on a date with you."
"It isn't a date,"he says bluntly.
"Oh of course it's not" I say sarcastically.
I make my way to the door and open it, before going out I say one last thing to Carl.
"I will see you tomorrow for our 'outing'." I make quotation marks with my fingers.
"Do you mean our date?" He smirks.
"I thought it wasn't a date." I smile.
He walks over to the door and pushes past me, before he disappears all the way out, he winks.
God this boy is annoying.
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Deception
أدب الهواة[dih-sep-shuh n] the act of deceiving; the state of being deceived. When a girl falls in love with a boy like in all cliche romance novels, but with zombies and misleading personas.