You're Dead Inside (Rarl Fanfic boyxboy)

Chapter 2

"Why isn't Sam coming down for dinner?" Jesse asked. Ron shrugged his shoulder as he picked at his food with a fork.

"I tried everything to get him from staying upstairs, but he just wouldn't budge. Do you know what's up with him?" Jesse asked Ron. He sighed.

"I really don't know what's up with him." Looking out the window for a moment, Ron got up from his seat.

"I'm gonna go to my room," He ran upstairs before his mother can say anything. Ron walked by to see Sam near his doorframe, probably eavesdropping on their conversation downstairs. Ron cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"Sam?" He questioned. "Mum's getting worried. What's going on with you, you didn't eat dinner with us."

The younger boy shook his head. He looked up at his older brother for a moment before saying a small 'nevermind' and closed the door behind him, locking himself in his own room.

Ron didn't understand his little brother's strange behaviour, but he dismissed the idea. He's probably going through a phase or something.

But Sam's eyes held confusion, but it was mixed with... Ron couldn't find the word. But it's like the expression was meant for him to see. Like Sam meant to address that face for him.

He walked into his room. It felt anachronistic. He should rearrange his stuff later to make it look better. He just felt like it was empty.

Or maybe it was him who was feeling that.

Ron sighed and lay on his back on the foam mattress. Looking up at the ceiling, he sighed. The first thing he thought was Enid. Was she even back yet?

A shiver ran down his spine when he realised that. Maybe she was in trouble? Maybe she went back to the outside, never to come back again? Surely, she would come back, she was dating him, right? What if one of those dead things ate her?

Ron rubbed his face with his hands and ran his hand through his hair, his fingernails scratching his scalp in frustration. Why did Enid like going over those walls, he doesn't know. But another thought crossed his mind; what if Carl went to find Enid anyways?

Ron pondered on the new epiphany he just discovered. What if Carl didn't listen to him and already have left to get Enid?

"Oh shit," Ron got up from his spot on the bed. He glanced at his sweater for a moment before grabbing it and slipping on his shoes. Going downstairs, he silently passed by his mother whilst she was washing the dishes. Heading out the house quietly, he began walking down the streets.

He kept walking down one direction, not really knowing what he's doing outside. Why did he sneak out again? That was the question that really lingered in his mind.

He stopped at a familiar house. He looked over to it from the middle of the street. On the porch sat Carl with Judith in his lap, playing with a plastic party cup. Ron felt a tiny rush of relief wash over his body.

"Ron?" Carl's voice cut through the crickets chirping deep within the night. "What're you doing out so late?"

Ron looked behind him and back at Carl. He completely forgot the fact that Carl can easily see him standing in the middle of the road facing their house.

"Um," Ron started, not really finding a decent excuse to why he's outside.

Carl saw Ron dumbstruck, but he couldn't hear him from over there far from his porch. Carl signalled him to come up. Ron was hesitant about it, but went ahead and walked up the stairs and onto the porch. He leaned against the support beam of the said porch.

"Why are you out here so late?" Carl asked again, bouncing the child in his arms. Ron looked away at the distance and then had his eyes downcast.

"Just walking," Carl raised a brow at his answer.