Grace
I walked outside onto the porch with Carl. My hair was still damp, but his was really wet. It's almost like he didn't even try to dry it. He wasn't wearing his hat either.
"Where's the hat?" I asked.
"Inside. It's dirty, I don't want to make my hair dirty after I just showered." He answered as we walked on the street.
"Understandable." I replied awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.
"So you met another kid, a boy you said?" Carl said, changing the subject.
"Uhh yeah, his name's Ron. He seems alright. He looks about our age." I said, trying to sum things up.
"Hm." Carl said, as he walked past me a little quicker.
"Hey Grace!" I heard a now familiar voice call out.
Ron was walking around the pond with a younger boy, and they were both walking toward us now. I waved gently and turned to Carl who's face was slightly red from anger. His fists were balled up in his hands and I could tell that he was gritting his teeth by the way his jaw moved.
"Hey, Ron. Long time no see." I joked as the boy got closer to us.
"Who's this? Your twin brother?" Ron asked, gesturing to Carl.
"Oh no." I laughed, "I mean, we're kinda like twins but he's not my brother. Ron, this is Carl." I explained to him.
"Hey Carl. Nice to meet you. Grace, Carl, this is my little brother Sam." Ron said kindly as a young boy stepped out from beside him.
"Hey Sam! Nice to meet you." I smiled as I stuck out my hand to the young boy.
Carl stood with an irritated expression on his face, still not saying anything. I turned toward him and widened my eyes, hoping he would accept my cue and maybe be a little nicer. He didn't. So I quickly jabbed him in the side with my elbow and that worked. He started acting nicer to the young boy in front of us.
"Wait, so you said you're kind of like twins. What does that mean?" Ron asked, only looking at me.
"Well, Carl and I were born only one day apart. We've been best friends ever since. But we're not related." I explained, putting it into the simplest of terms.
"I get it. Like family friends. How old are you guys?" Ron said, acting very interested in our lives.
"You ask a lot of questions." Carl said, seeming annoyed by the attention from Ron.
"Carl, stop." I said as I smacked him gently on the shoulder. "Uhh.. I don't know how old we really are. 15 or 16?" I said, very unsure.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Ron looked at me, puzzled.
"We mean that a couple of years ago the world went to shit and nobody keeps track of the exact date anymore." Carl snapped at Ron.
"You don't know the date? We do." Ron said as his brows furrowed in confusion.
"What? Seriously?" I said, shocked by the fact that anyone knew what day or year it really was.
"Yeah, it's January 2nd, 2013. I guess you guys missed new years." Ron chuckled.
"Wait, seriously? Carl, you know what that means!" I said as I turned to him.
"What?" He asked, looking puzzled.
"Our birthdays are in less than a week, dummy!" I said, smiling.
"Birthdays? When are your birthdays?" Ron inquired.
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The Girl Next Door • Carl Grimes
Fanfic"She's had many names, but to me she'll always be Grace Evans, the girl next door." - Carl Grimes. Carl Grimes and Grace Evans are family friends, neighbors, and best friends. They were born one day apart, and of course their parents are the best o...
