The Way To Steal My Heart

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The room erupted with screams of pure terror, making me jump a little.

"NO!! He can't die!"

"Daryl behind you!!"

And in the corner of the couch, Jessica was holding back tears. I rolled my eyes and looked up at the screen. The character, Daryl Dixon, was shooting at several men as the prison was being raided. Behind him, a walker was trudging up behind him, jaws gaping. Daryl was oblivious. Suddenly, the screen shot away in the direction of the Governor's tank. The walker was trudging up towards it, with an arrow sticking out of it. Behind him, Daryl was using it as a shield.

"Omg!! AMC, quit scaring me!" Mariah hollered, but her complains were quickly drowned out by the Ashley's and Jessica's screams of joy.

"Oh come on, he shoulda died!" I complained. A hand slammed across my mouth, quieting me.

I set the bowl of popcorn down and removed Ashley's hand. Her blonde hair, which was tied into a bun that sat on the top of her head, bobbed up and down as she jumped up and down in her seat. I looked to my left at Jessica, who had her hands clapped together, thanking God, or at least Robert Kirkman. Mariah, sitting next to her, pulled out a bag of M&M's and started to eat them, shoving handfuls into her mouth as the show reflected off of her glasses.

"I'm gonna go get a drink." I declared as the show paused for commercials. "Anyone want one?" I asked, standing up. Everyone nodded and turned towards each other.

"Oh my god I coulda sworn that Daryl was gonna die!" Ashely stated. I shook my head and turned towards my kitchen, making my way out of my living room. My bare feet slapped on the plain oak flooring. I entered my kitchen and turned on a light. The smell of cookies baking made the room smell comforting. I walked over to a light grey cupboard. I grabbed the small gold knobs and swung it open, revealing several glasses and plates. I grabbed four clear glasses and set them in order. Then I opened the stainless steel fridge, pulling out a 2 liter bottle of coke. I poured it into the glasses, filling them up to a small line about an inch below the brim. I put the bottle away and attempted to grab all four of the glasses. This isn't gonna go well. I thought as I felt the glasses start to slip before I even lifted them off of my light marble counter. I set them back down and opened another cabinet, looking for a tray.

Suddenly the oven beeped, signaling that the cookies were done. I grabbed a hot pad and opened the white oven, making the heat warm the room. I waved the hot pad around, trying to clear out the heat. Then, once it cooled down a bit, I retrieved the tray of chocolate chip cookies. I used a plastic spatula to scrape the cookies onto a little serving platter. I closed the oven slightly, leaving just a little bit of room so it'll air out. As I placed the sodas and cookies on the tray, Ashely called for me.

"Amanda!! Hurry up it's starting again!" She shouted. I grabbed the tray and hustled into the room, just in time to see the show start on my TV, which hung out on the wall. I placed the tray on the little coffee table. They thanked me and grabbed a cup and cookie. I took my own cup and sipped on the coke, letting the acidic liquid run down my throat. I turned my attention to the TV screen, watching as everyone started to run away from the demolished prison, all in different directions. I saw the Governor laying in the grass, when Lilly walks up to his dying body and aims a gun at his forehead. The screen blackens and a gunshot is heard, making me smile. I hated the Governor.

"That episode was awesome!" Mariah exclaimed as the credits started to roll.

"But they're all separated!" Jessica stated, a worried expression in her face. "What if they never find each other again?"

"Oh come one, Jessie. Of course they'll find each other again. If a character leaves, they'll come back. That's what happened to Daryl, anyway." I pointed out.