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GRACE COULDN'T SLEEP THAT NIGHT. SHE HAD MILLIONS OF THOUGHTS RUNNING THROUGH HER MIND. Ron was one of them, she wondered if he was still pissed at her for what she said, she knew she'd still be pissed. She thought about Carter, what if his little crying act was all that, an act.
She worried he'd strike without warning, she knew Rick could handle himself but there was always that worry in the back of her mind. He wasn't invisible.
What she worried about most though, was Carl. The two hadn't spoken since their argument, Grace managed to avoid him at every chance she got for the rest of the day, and as night fell, it ate her up inside.
She had been so busy worrying that she didn't get any sleep, and was shocked when the sun began to rise. She slowly crept her way downstairs, Enid didn't get up till at least noon, so she tried to not wake her anytime before that. It must've been only six in the morning.
Grace tried everything to keep her mind off all the worries at least until she could talk to Ron, or Rick, or Carl.
She made herself breakfast, tried getting into a new comic book series, and cleaned her entire bedroom and the whole house for that matter, while she was cleaning though, she made her way to the garage.
It was basically untouched, they had no use for it. It was mainly just a storage unit where they put things that they may need but never really needed.
One of those things was a ladder, it was super tall and must've taken up the whole wall when laid down, the moment Grace saw it and brushed the dust off, she had an idea, maybe not her finest one, but an idea nonetheless.
The ladder thankfully had the ability to be closed and reopened, meaning it made things 10x easier for Grace when she pulled it out of the garage out the front door. She was thankful they were only a few houses away from each other.
She regretted what she was doing every step of the way but by time she'd gotten the ladder set up at, leaned against the walls of the Grimes home, it was far to late.
Grace placed one foot on the ladder, testing its stability, it was surely not that good and it didn't exactly help that Carl's room was on the second floor, but Grace did her best.
As she finally made her way to the top, she spotted Carl, asleep in his bed, she felt like a stalker and it made her worries worsen, so she quickly cleared her fist and knocked on the window.
The first time, Carl still laid asleep in his bed, the second time though, Grace knocked a bit harder, and the boy jolted up.
Grace found herself getting warm despite the cool breeze that hit her face.
His messy brunette hair, the loose t-shirt that just barely covered his collarbone, his vibrant blue eyes as he rubbed them, god, she was fighting the urge to just pass out there and then.
