"Give me that!" I scream at Carl as he dangles my red checked shirt in front of me.
"Not a chance," he smiles , "not after what you did to me." It's been three weeks since Carls injury, he's had a few infections but has fought them off heroically. It's a rainy Wednesday night and Carl stands on the top step while I stand on the one below him ,a white bandage is strapped around his upper arm to his shoulder. Over the past few weeks, we have all started to settle down in the house, there's enough room for everyone and for the first time in a while, we feel vaguely safe.
"Carl please!" I laugh, "I'm sorry."
"Yeah right!" He shouts, it's true, I wasn't sorry about what I had done. Pouring ice cold water over Carls head was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time. I jump up and try to catch the shirt, Carl pulls it up at the last second and I groan.
"Carl I'm cold. Give it back to me,Pleaseee?" I whine, goose bumps start to appear on my arms and I rub them. A loose black t shirt isn't the best thing to wear in the middle of winter.
"Oh I see your cold! just count yourself lucky that I didn't take your t shirt off as well." I jump up again, hoping this time to grab it off him. "As much as I wanted to I had the will power to not do so." He mumbles. My hands clasp the shirt and I tug it, it falls on the floor, both me and Carl scramble for it.
"Give it!" I shout, Carl mumbles countless curse words under his breath. "Aha I win." We both stand up and I put the shirt over my top, I start to button it up Carl then steps off the top stair and falls onto the one I stand on.
"No," he whispers, "I always win, even if it looks like I haven't."
"What?" I laugh. Carl buttons up the last button on the shirt and I smile. I lean in for a kiss but Carl dives and I pout. "Nope, you don't one, not after what you done to me."
"Carlll, what will it take for you to forgive me?" I whine, playing with a bit of my hair.
"An apology."
"Sorry." I say bluntly and shrug my shoulders.
"No, a proper one." he folds his arms across his shirt and I can tell that he's trying his hardest not to laugh.
"Fine," I mumble, "Carl, I am deeply and truly sorry for pouring water over your head, if it makes you feel any better, your hair still looks better then mine and I am eternally jealous." Carl laughs and then grabs both of my cheeks closing the gap between us. I tangle his hair in my fingers while he strokes both of my cheeks. he then releases and I breath.
"God I love you." he whispers, still stroking my cheeks, which have now turned a bright shade of red.
"GET A ROOM!" Glenn shouts from the living room,
"SHUT UP ASIAN BOY!" I shout back, hoping to make him frustrated.
"IM KOREAN!"
"Whatever." Carl mumbles, we both chuckle, Carl then lets go of my cheeks and his arms flop back to his sides, i pout slighty, sad that out moment was inturuppted. "what did Daryl say to you the other day?" Carl asks. Wow okay random question.
"By the other day, do you mean like when you got shot?" I say.
"Yeah, when I was being," Carl drops his voice and says through gritted teeth "carried."
"Just admit it, you were a damsel in distress." I interrupt, folding my arms and smirking.
"Okay, yes I was, anyway, I was kind of concious, I saw you stick your middle finger up at Daryl, which did kind of turn me on but, is everything okay with you guys?"
"Why have you decided to bring it up now?" I smile,
"Well I noticed Daryl looking at you earlier and bam I remembered." Carl says fiddling a lock of my hair.
"Well Daryl," I inhale a deep breath, "he talked about my brother, h-he said he knew what happened to him, wh- who killed him." Carl drops my hair, his expression suddenly becoming guilty and scared.
"He didn't tell you did he?" Carl says, panic visible through his words. I shake my head and I hear Carl let out a breath. "you know his probably lying right? He probably had to much to drink that night or something, I bet if you brought it up with him, he wouldn't even remember the conversation." I nod and Carl brings me into a hug, it's clear he's seen the tears start to form in my eyes. he releases me and steps back, I wipe my cheeks with the side of my hand and sigh.
"Sorry." I mumble, Carl smiles a sympathetic smile.
"Hey," he tilts my head up, "you don't have to be." Carl then drops his arm, "now I believe you made me a promise that we could use these," he gestures to a sliver packet in his pocket. "when I got better. Well the time has come." He smirks. I take a quick glance at my watch. 10:15pm I guess if we said we were tired we could do it. but am I ready?
Nope.
I sigh and Carl picks me up, he walks up the remaining steps and lies me down on my single mattress. I laugh and he smiles, "I haven't seen Brenda in a while, I kind of miss her." Carl pouts, pulling his shirt of.
"I remember I promised you a spanking." I laugh, pulling my shoes off.
"So you do, are you going to give it to me?" He asks, pulling off his own shoes.
"Nope." I shake my head.
"Well, I guess we'll have to change the roles then."
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Deception
Fiksi Penggemar[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.
