Stay With Me

July 15, 6:30 AM

***Amie's POV***
"Oh shit."
"What." I groaned, pissed off that I had been woke up.
"Amie baby. You need to get up and find your clothes. We fell asleep in the hay loft."
"Oh shit. Oops." I giggled, well it was a giggle, but it sounded like croaking. I hate my morning voice.
"I love your morning voice. It's so adorable."
I grinned, feeling better about my morning voice. "Well thank you. I like yours too. It makes you sound sexy. Even though you are already sexy as fuck. Always remember that."
"Okay. Just so you know, you give an incredible lap dance. And your pole dancing skills are pretty on point. We should do that more often."
"Yes we should." Carl got up and started digging through the straw, looking for our clothes. He found my bra by the wall and my panties nearby, a few feet from his shirt and jeans. Both our shoes had fallen down below. I had found my shirt and jeans by the opposite wall. He tossed me the bra and panties. I pulled them on, clipping the bra and fastening the racer back clip. I pulled my pink camo tank top on, then my ripped black skinny jeans. I started digging through the straw, looking for my bracelets.
"Where are my- oh. Nevermind."
"What?"
"My bracelets. I left them in the tent. Damn it. I don't want anyone to see my scars. What should I do?"
Carl pulled me into a hug.
"Let them see. Every scar-" He kissed my arms, each scar, and each cut. "Is a part of you. Never hide them. Let them show. Expose them. They make you beautiful." I grinned and kissed him. He pulled away, unfortunately, and climbed down the ladder, helping me down. He grabbed our shoes and peeked out the crack between two boards, trying to find a way back to the tent without anyone seeing us. "If we go through the bushes, around the back of all the tents, we should be okay."
I nodded, not saying anything. He opened the door and snuck into the bushes, around the back of the tents. We got to our tent, and managed to sneak in without making any noise. We layed down, facing each other. We closed our eyes until we heard the fire and smelled sausage on the grill. We both got up and put hoodies on to cover the hickeys that covered our necks, chests, and jaws. I even had a couple on my boobs. Hehehe. Oh well. We pulled on our shoes and went out to the fire. After we brushed our hair, of course. That would be bad if we didn't, considering we both had bedhead, there was straw in it, and it was tangled from the kissing last night. We went out and met everyone at the fire and got our breakfast, sitting down on a log.
"Good morning you two."
"Good morning," me and Carl said in unison, which mad us both blush and made everyone laugh.
"So Amie. A little birdy told me that yesterday was your birthday." Carol said to me.
"Was that little birdy's name Beth?"
"Maybe." She said, being sarcastic. So in other words, yes. "I was thinking we could have a little party. We never have anything to celebrate anymore."
"No. Please don't. I don't want any special treatment because it's my birthday. Please."
"Okay... You might not want to go in the house for a little while then."
I smiled. "Thank you Carol. I really appreciate it. I just didn't want anyone to go out of their way for me, that's all. I really do appreciate it." Carol smiled, blushing. We finished our breakfast, me stealing Carl's sausage, again. But this time, he didn't get pissed off. Thankfully. I walked in the house and saw the walls, ceiling, and furniture were decorated with crepe paper and streamers. I smiled to myself. I jumped when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I turned to see Carl, who planted a kiss on my lips and led me into the kitchen, where Hershel, Beth, and Maggie were sitting at the table, finishing their breakfast.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll go." I turned around to walk away when Hershel's voice stopped me.
"Go ahead and stay. I made more food than I was prepared for. Come on. Carl can join us too."
"That's okay. I got plenty earlier. I'm gonna go lay down for a little while. I didn't sleep good last night."
Sure you didn't, Carl. I know how you slept. "Okay. I'll be out later." He walked out and I sat down to pancakes. Whatever. More for me.
***Carl's POV***
Okay. Yes. I lied to Amie. But I don't want the daggers that everyone else calls eyes boring in to us. I just don't feel comfortable having people stare at me. That's why I was such a wallflower before the world went to hell. I decided to go sit on top of the camper with Dale.
"Hey Dale."
"Hi Carl. What are you up to?"
"Nothing. I just felt like coming up here for a little while. It's nice up here. Relaxing. Peaceful."
He was quiet for a while. "Yes it is." We sat in silence for a while, until we saw movement in the bushes. Dale adjusted his gun, ready to shoot whatever came out. Something emerged. Dale had his finger on the trigger, ready to shoot, until I stopped him.
"Wait! That's a living person!" I jumped down and started running towards them. I saw a girl with long red hair and absolutely stunning blue eyes. She looked at me for a minute, grinning.
"Hey there, handsome. How you doin'?"
"Cool it Missy. I have a girlfriend." That pissed her off. At this point Dale came over and grabbed the girl by the arm. He started leading her to the house. Oh shit.
***Scarlett's POV***
I was tired. I was hungry. I was out of hope. Until I saw the fence.
It was a simple fence. Just barbed wire strung between wooden fence posts. But for me, it was hope. Hope for food. Hope for protection. Hope for life.
I climbed through the fence, hoping I wouldn't get shot. I know how people work. They see something walk and thing its going to eat them. I saw a man climb off of an RV, coming towards me. I reached for my useless gun, but though better of it, since he hadn't pulled his. But the closer he came, the more noticeable one characteristic was.
He wasn't a man.
He was a boy.
A very hot boy. I decided to test my flirting skills.
"Hey there handsome. How you doin'?" Damn he had some nice eyes.
"Cool it Missy. I have a girlfriend."
And I have a gun with no bullets. Your point? I decided to play along with him, until an old guy in a fishing hat grabbed me by the arm, leading me towards the big white farm house, making Mr. Cutiepie turn white as a ghost. Probably where his little girlfriend is hiding. Probably afraid she'll feel threatened.
Damn right she will.
***A/N***
Hahaha. Cliffhanger!!! I'm such a nice person. Can you hear the sarcasm? I thought so. Anywho, who's this new girl? What's gonna happen with her and Amie and Carl? You'll just have to find out!!!