Through Hard Times. (Fantastic Foursome Fanfiction)

Bad Impressions

A/N : Hey people of Wattpad. This is my first fanfic and so far I've been a bit anti-social, but I thought no one was reading! But overall the story has about 13 reads (Woot woot!) so I thought I'd make an appearance. I just wanted to say thanks to those who have started reading.

I don't know if you guys like it or want more, so comment if you do and then I'll upload frequently!! 

Hope you enjoy!!! 

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Once in the apartment I couldn't help but gasp. It was a mess. The boxes were all smashed and strewn along the floor, their contents strewn across the living room.

"Daryl?" I asked, looking around. The whole place was a train wreck, cupboard doors were torn off, the fridge racks pulled out. It looked like a stampede of horses ran through, and in the middle of it all was Daryl. He shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of shame.

"I didn't mean to." He whispered, "I swear. I don't even remember doing half of it." He bent over and tipped a box right side up, dug through it a bit, and then pulled out a small wooden box. "Remember these?" He asked with a sad smile as he opened the box. I moved close to him and couldn't help but crack a smile. Inside the box were about a dozen bottle caps. Me and Daryl grew up together, our parents lived next door to each other, and we'd go one little adventures, collecting whatever little knick knacks we could find.

"You kept them?" I asked, picking out a sprite bottle cap, "When did we even get these?" Daryl chuckled and pulled out a Coca Cola cap,

"Of course I kept them. I kept all of our collections." He said, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek, "I think we found these while I was in 7th grade, at your grandparent's house, right?" I nodded, remembering the summer when we found them.

"Yeah, it was fun, probably the best summer of my life." I said, "They were all by the pond."

"Your Grandfather planted them there." Daryl said, "I never told you, but he saved them all up about a week before we came and then hid them." I punched his arm,

"He did not!" I said, but then thought for a second, "Oh gosh, he did!" Daryl started laughing as he put the cap back in the box,

"Yeah. I knew right away, but you looked so excited when you found them, it was like discovering treasure for you." I put the cap in the box and he closed it, flipping the coffee table next to us right side up and placed it gently on the surface. I bit my lip, thinking about last night. How could he have done this? He was never angry or violent like this growing up. I just don't understand how he could've acted like that.

"You need a haircut." I mumbled, running my fingers through his curls.

"Don't remind me." He replied, shaking his head a bit, the curls dancing around. We spent the rest of the day sorting through the boxes and getting our things situated. We didn't have a dresser so we just sorted our clothes and put them in piles in the bedroom, and we didn't have any tools to fix the cupboards, so we just stacked those up along the wall.

"We'll need to fix those," He had said.

"I could check and see if the neighbors have any tools we can borrow." I replied thinking of Phil and Dan. Daryl bit his lip,

"Can I go do it? I need to apologize to that black haired guy." He looked at the ground and began going through another box, a cloud of shame surrounding him,

"Phil. We can walk over there in an hour, once we get the rest of this sorted out." I gave him a soft pat on the shoulder as I started a shopping list for tomorrow.