★𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚢.★

★𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 2 - 𝙽𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝙿𝚝. 2.★

★𝚁𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅.★

       I know I shouldn't be alone in this house. Rick said that it would cause me more greif but I'd rather be here. It makes me feel as if they were still here. I'm staying with Carol now but I'm basically never there, I'm always here. I was snapped away from the open comic in my hands and my wondering mind when I heard rain on my window. Rain, clouds and gray skies. They've always felt so depressing but comforting at the same time. I felt myself zone out as I stared at the water painted window when I heard a faint knock.

"It's probably Carol again." I mumbled to myself as I set the comic I was holding down on my bed, like a bird sort of, so I could remember what page I was on, bringing myself to my feet. I sluggishly walked down the steps with a sigh. It's gonna be the same as always, "Ron you should come with me so you can actually eat, you need a good meal." I've been living off of whatever my mom had left in the cabinets (mainly Mac N' cheese.) I looked at the door with my hands in my pockets before raising one of them and opening the door with it. I froze upon seeing Carl standing on my front porch with an umbrella at his side as the rain poured down around the wooden roof. "Carl? It's pouring why are you- what are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to see how you were doing, we haven't talked since I woke up." He shrugged, as if he had genuinely missed me.. What am I thinking? There's no way he missed me! Right??..

"Still, you could have waited. What if you got the patch on your eye wet? It could get infected." I said with a sigh as I shook my head. Idiot.

"It's fine, I know how to take care of it." He replied with a small smile. Sometimes I forget how his smiles looks, I thought back to the day we first met and as I did I realized how bright his eyes looked against the cloudy sky filled with rain.. Like tropical waters, the ones with those houses with straw roofs and the small sharks that roam around along side the colorful fish. "Ron?"

"Hm?" I hummed as I was snapped back into reality. Carl looked at me with worry washed over his face.

"Are you okay?" He tilted a head a bit.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine.. Uh do you wanna come in the rains loud-" I said, clearing my throat. He nodded and I stepped a side, he wiped his boots on the mat outside before coming in and taking his boots off once he came inside. Mom would have appreciated that... I shut the door as Carl stood up.

"Dad said that you're staying with Carol so, uh why are you here?" He asked as he looked at me confused.

"She beings me food and stuff, she wants me to stay there but I don't know I just like it here more I guess." I said with a shrugged as he gave a nod to show he understood what I meant.

"Michonne found me a comic, I remember saying you had one but your dad took it. I forgot it but I'll bring it next time." He said, cutting himself off as if he was trying to stop himself from rambling. "Um, could I maybe stay the night tonight? I'd have to get my stuff but I can get that comic and I've been needing company other than Dad, Judith and Michonne.."

"Yeah, yeah, you can. How about you go get everything now before the rain ends up getting worse?" I said as he smiled at me with a nod.

"How about you come with me?" He asked as he bent down, starting to put his shoes on.

"I don't have an umbrella though-" I started, trailing off a bit.

"We can share mine." He replied with a small hum as he quickly and sloppily tied his shoes.

"Fine.." I grumbled as I bent down and grabbed my beaten up shoes and quickly threw them on. Carl grabbed his umbrella and put his hand on the doorknob as I stupid up.

"Ready?" He said as I nodded, he opened the door, letting me exit first before stepping out and shutting the door behind us. He opened the umbrella and began to walk down the steps, he was a few steps down when he looked back at me with the umbrella over his head. "You coming?"

"Yeah, I'm coming." I said with a sigh as I walked over and we walked down the rest of the steps together. We started walking down the side walk, I stared down at our feet as our boots splashed against the small puddles. I looked up, at the sound of Carl humming and leaked forward a bit, looking at Carl's shoulder. "Your shoulders getting wet Carl."

"It's fine." He said in a sweet voice, it felt like when your mom makes you tea with honey when you have a cough.

"Don't be an idiot, just move the umbrella so you don't get wet." I said as I sighed, grabbing his hand to move the umbrella.

"No, then you'd get wet." He shook his head as he brought his hand up to mine and gently pulled it away from his.

"You're such an idiot." I said with an annoyed tone, rolling my eyes as I pulled my hand out out his grasp and stuffing my hands in my pockets. I zoned out as we just continued walking but before I knew it I felt an arm around my waist, pulling me away from something. I snapped back into reality and looked at Carl with a confused look.

"Sorry, you almost stepped in a huge puddle-" He burnted out as he immediately let go of my waist.

"It's fine." I mumbled as we began to walk but there was this weird feeling in my stomach, it was twisting and felt hot.. My heart was going a mile a minute... What's wrong with me? Walking with him in the rain like this it just- This feels stupid.



★1049 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.★
★𝙰𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎!★

       Y'ALL LIKE HOW I ENDED THIS CHAPTER THE SAME AS THE LAST ONE?? ANYWAY I THINK I HAVE COVID.