Because I Fell in Love ~ Carl Grimes

Chapter 3

Rule # 7

Keep your promises, always

Rule #8

Just cause you think the boy sitting next to while you're writing this rule down is cute, don't fall in love with him or his beautiful blue eyes

Rule #9

Shit, don't let said boy see you writing stuff in your journal about him

"You think I'm cute huh? With my beautiful blue eyes, right Bonnie?" He teased as we were sitting together on a couch eating some snacks as I punched him in the gut.

"Watch it Grimes, just because you know my Uncle doesn't mean I won't shoot you later on," I threatened as he dismissed what I said, not believing it one bit.

The two of us have just been spending the past two hour together talking about our families and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to get back to his father since he was passed out for who knows how long. So Carl Grimes and I just talked and talked and talked some more. Our personalities were very polar opposite but we shared some of the same interests that all teenagers do. Music, books, movies, comics, all that sweet entertainment. So as we were talking I turned on my CD player and we listen to some good old Queen.

"Okay, I have a question. It's sorta of regarding your journal. Why are you so persistent on not falling in love with me? I mean what's so wrong with liking someone like me?" He questioned and I sighed knowing I had an huge explanation to give him.

"You see the thing is, if there's one thing I've learned in three years by myself, is to not fall in love. Period, it's not even directed at you. I can't let myself fall in love with anyone. That's what gets people killed. Think about it, what killed your mom? Love because she got pregnant out of love and died that way. Or take my mother for example, she saved me at the start of this godforsaken apocalypse. She died and I survived. Why? Because she loved me. When you love someone, you lose sense of your own life. I'm not about to give up my life because my hormones think I'm in love with some dumb boy."

"Hey, being that I'm the boy you're talking about, I take offense to that," Carl retorted as I rolled my eyes.

"Oh shut up..." I stated pushing him away from me a bit, jokingly.

"I see what you mean though. A horrible way to look at it but it makes sense. Who knows, I might just change your mind on your views."

"The hell you will, come on, get up. I think we've sat on our asses long enough. Let's head back to your father and get the hell out of this neighborhood. I just got to pack some things up first. Grab all the food you can that's in the pantry. There's more orange soda if you want to take it all for the trip." I told him as I ran upstairs grabbing my biggest duffle bag that I could find. Screw packing light, I'm taking all the shit I own.

I rolled up almost all my clothes into tight balls which I learned a way to make it take up the least amount of space. Once all my clothes were packed, I packed the necessities for cleanliness, tampons, pads, toothpaste, deodorant, all that good stuff that's hard to come by nowadays.

After that I made sure to pack all things that really mattered, like my music, books and movies, along with my DVD and CD players. As well as batteries, pencils, my journal, and random shit I wasn't ready to part with. Oh and don't forget my precious sniper rifle and other guns I found in my journeys. My sniper is my favorite, my little child out all my guns. Sue me, I love my gun.

Anyways, once I was done with the packing that took all but fifteen minutes to do, I did a quick sweep of the house and grabbed my duffle bag ready to head out whenever Carl was ready.