Discovered

6

Mercy's POV

I froze out of shock.

"Hey, they told me you'd arrived. Mercy, right?" He smiled.

All I could do was nod. That is, until I got too much courage.

"Yeah, well, I mean, It's like, 'Have Mercy' like from Full House and from that movie you did, not that I want to be named after George's grandma, not that that would be a bad thing, it's just that I would kind of like for you not to think of her when you think of me, not that you think of me, I mean, I would like that because I like you, and--" Thank God my mom came up and stopped me.

"Chandler. Hi," she said to him. "I'm Palmer, Mercy's mom. Won't you come in?"

"Uh, sure." Chandler laughed, awkwardly, and I stepped out of the way for him.

"Sorry, I ramble when I get nervous." I said, timidly. That was the most embarrassing moment of my life!

"No," he smiled. "It's okay. It was cute."

I blushed, but turned away so he wouldn't see it. I saw Val watching my TV. She was, ironically, watching The Walking Dead.

Forgetting that Chandler was there-

(If that's even possible!)

-I ran and hopped over the couch to watch it with her. It wasn't until he walked up beside me that I remembered his presence. I sat up awkwardly and saw him smirking at the TV.

"Sorry," I said, standing up. "It's my favorite episode."

"Ah, which one is this again?" He asked. It surprised me very much.

"Uh, After. Duh." I said, turning my Walking Geek on.

He still looked like he was contemplating which episode that was.

I facepalmed and tried to exlain it further. "You know, the pudding. Walker inside-got my shoe-didn't get me, Carl blaming Rick for everything."

He snapped like something clicked in his brain. "Oh yeah! Okay, I got it now." He smiled.

Oh Lord, that boy.