Something Missing [Daryl Dixon Love Story]

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

I looked at Alex as we walked to the last house in the town. Our five hours of scavenging today has clearly stated to wear on him. "We've got one more and then it's over for today, okay?" I say, hoping that'll cheer him up a bit. He'd been mopey ever since our little hypothetical situation earlier in the day.

His only response was quiet and when he spoke it came out as a mumble.

I stopped walking and sighed. "Okay, we are going to just stand here until you cheer up or tell me what's wrong. It's entirely up to you." I crossed my arms across my chest and leaned against the side of our next house.

He looked down at his dirty shoes and muttered to himself.

I checked my watch and sighed loudly.

My eyes swept down to my watch again. It made me think or the person who'd given it to me.

My mother had noticed how much we enjoyed our hunting trips and she wanted to get us both a gift.

When she gave us the matching watches she told us that it took her weeks to think of a good enough gift for us. When she saw these watches she said she immediately knew what to get us. The only problem was that they were personalized watches and she would need our sizes.

Because she wanted the watches to be a surprise the sizing issue had to be dealt with in crafty ways that only my mom could invent.

When she came to size our wrists we asked why she needed them. Her response had been, "The Mason's," our next door neighbors, "are finally getting married and I would like to get them matching bracelets as a wedding gift."

Being the girl who wasn't satisfied with one answer I asked her, "why do you need out sizes then?"

She'd just laughed and explained that my father and I were the closest to their sizes.

My mothers explanation had been clear and my father and I had believed it.

We were surprised when my mother gave us the watches a week later and explained the sizing.

Now as I look down at the watch and remember my mother my eyes sting with tears. It's been eight years since she died in a car accident, but I still feel that twinge of pain when I think of her and realize she's gone.

I quickly wipe my eyes and try to change my train of thought. "Alex, are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" I asked.

He put his hands in his jean pockets and looks at me. "You already know what's wrong."

I wrinkled my brow and tried to think about what he meant. It only took a minute to remember his reaction when I told him I couldn't like a little boy as a romantic interest. "Is this about earlier, Alex?" I asked. "I thought you said that was hypothetical?"

This got his attention. "Yeah, I was just kidding just now. It was really hypothetical. I tricked ya!" He said but he was a little too enthusiastic.

"Good, I thought I was going to have to start bringing Allie to scavenge with me instead." I said. "I'm tired, lets get this over with."

Alex nodded.

I reached the front door and like usual told Alex to wait outside while I checked the place first.

This house was a five bedroom house with two stories. On the first floor there were three bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living room. When I checked them they were all clear.

I made my way up the steps and there were four doors. I chose the door across from the top of the stairs first. When I walked in I found a bathroom filled with female items such as curling irons, makeup, and a lot of others. I moved on and found two bedrooms upstairs. The last door led into a kitchen.