The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 3

I woke up in some kind of doctors office. It wasn't a regular one, though. There was only one window and it was barred off.

A women was struggling with medications and pills over at a counter. There was a man in one of the chairs against the wall. I tried my best to focus on him and see who it was, and as soon as I did, I remembered everything that happened.

I couldn't hold back, "WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU THINKING!?" I screamed, jumping out of the bed and charging towards him. I was abruptly stopped about halfway by a pair of hand cuffs that were chained to the table. Norman jumped, and pushed himself up, and hard against the wall and seat. "I-I, I, um," He stuttered.

I scoffed, "What!? Did you think that you could just keep it from me!? HUH?" I screamed, vigorously wiggling my arm around to try and break free form the lock. "I don't really-" His words fell out making no sense.

"You listen to me you little son of a gun: I came on this trip to get away from my life! Not to hear about it all again! I defiantly didn't want my Idol to bring it up, either!" I yelled, as a policeman ran in, and pulled me back towards the bed. Norman slowly got up, still shocked, "I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS CRAP!" I screamed, flailing every which way.

Norman ran out of the room, and the cop and the doctor held me down on the bed.

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"I'm sorry." Norman said quietly to me as I yawned awake. "I didn't know." He held his head in his hands.

I immediately knew what he was talking about. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry." I said, remembering what I did and said. I felt my wrists to make sure I wasn't cuffed again, and sure enough I wasn't. I got up and walked over to sit on the floor next to him.

We were in the same room that I fell asleep in.

"I didn't mean any of that, I was just scared. Thinking about my dad. When you mentioned fathers, I guess I lost it." I said, shaking my head slowly and looking at the ground.

Norman might be tough, but he had his soft sides. I heard him sigh deeply and I felt like crap. "I'm sorry." Is all I could think of saying.

"Yeah. I understand." He said, still hiding his face in his hands. "How'd you find out?" I asked.
"The doctors needed information about you. I told them your name, and somehow they found you. Luckily they had pictures to match. They asked me if I knew about it." He said. "It's hard."

I nodded. My stomach was jumpy and I couldn't apologize enough to make what I did any better.

"Do you know, who you are?" I asked, knowing this would make him smile.

"Norman." He replied. "Yes. But do you know what I see in you? Who I see you as?" I asked.

"No?..."

I smiled. "Well, you are Daryl. And Murphy. You defend lots of people. You are one of the toughest people I have EVER seen in my entire life." I felt a smile start to pull on the corners of my lips.

"That's just a character." He said. "Shut up and let me talk." I laughed. Norman lifted his head out of his little hidden world, and looked at me. I couldn't help but smile like an idiot when I saw him this close. He was so gorgeous. Seeing someone so amazing this close was breathe taking. "You inspire me, Norman! Not just because you have played all these awesome characters, but because you are-" I paused thinking about my dad. "You already have done so much for me, and I repay you with this!" I gestured to his lip. "I wake up and you're still here! With me! Instead of running off and just caring about going to the set, or driving around the country without me, you come! I seem to blow that over, and get mad at you! Out of control." I sighed looking at him. He was looking at me, with that same stare that I have always wanted to see. I could tell he was listening very intently. He nodded every once and a while, and his eyes never jumped away from me. "I just wanted to say sorry. And I want to tell you that my dad never cared for me and stuck with me this long." I explained, feeling a passion for this.

Norman knew what to do. He gently put his hand on top of my hand. I smiled to hide the sadness in my face thinking about my dad and mom in jail. "Thank you." I said, through a sniffle.

This was intense. I had just met this man, and didn't know what I was doing. Luckily, I didn't have to. It just kind of rushed out of me, and I needed to talk to someone about it. Just imagine talking to Norman Reeuds after you JUST met him. Imagine you two just sitting on the floor sharing advice and crying until you couldn't cry or feel sad anymore. That's what we were doing. And I could'nt help but cry tears of grief for him. I know I said it like three times, but I could'nt believe how much I felt like a villain.

"Sweetie, in life; Well, you're going to have hard times that you won't understand. Like for instance, your family. Or running into me when I know you needed someone. But that's OK! Being sad, or mad at me. I understand what you mean."

He sounded soft and slow like honey. I smiled at him. That sentence he said, it made me feel like I wasn't alone. "Again, I'm sorry." I said, getting up and walked back to the bed.

The silence took over, and the conversation between two strangers faded away in the moment. I felt like laughing, thinking about what we said to each other and how cheesy and stupid we both sounded.

"So, um, can I have a hug or an autograph or something?!" I said, making him laugh. We both had forgotten that I ahdn't really reacted to him being famous, so I thought of this as an appropriate moment to show my fangirl side. He stood up and spread his arms out, so I ran into them and squealed. "Thank you!" I pulled away, smiling with all my teeth. "Any time." He responded.

"Time to go." A cop burst through the doors and grabbed a hold of my arm putting a cuff around it. I felt like my parents now. Off to jail. A nasty cell.

He led me to the doors, and I took a look at Norman who was standing up, looking at what just happened. He winked at me, telling me it'll be OK as the police man dragged me out of the room.

He pulled me through the halls of dirt, desperation, and criminals. I got nasty stares from all the men and women who were in gross uniforms. I could have sworn that I saw blood on everyone of them. A couple of them banged on the doors and bars at me.

The man put me in a small room, and unlocked my cuff. "Thanks." I said, rubbing my wrist.

"What are you here for?" He asked, closing the door. "I beet up a celebrity." I said. "Norman Reedus. I didn't know it was him till I popped him in the lip." I sighed, slumping down onto the bed. "Wow! Good luck!" He giggled, walking away after locking the barred door. I didn't find that amusing, so I laid down and stared up at the ceiling.

"How could I do this?!" I asked myself.

"I don't know." I heard a familiar voice. A familiar, nasty voice. I lifted my head up and looked around.

"How could you!?" It asked. I looked over to the cell next to me, and a guy had his face smashed in between two bars, staring at me. It was James.

I got up and walked over to him. I instintly had a plan to get out of this cell so I didn't have to be next to this jerk.

"How'd you get here?" I asked him. "Long story." He responded.

I rolled my eyes, and almost puked thinking about what I was about to do. I knew that I would only have to do it once for me to get out of this one, so I held my breath and grabbed his hand through the bars. I slammed it onto my hip, and I leaned in to start make out with him. I needed a cop to see this, but none were around, so I started to moan loudly. A couple of the other people were whistling at us. I was still about to throw up in his mouth, though.

I heard a cop running towards my cell, and he gasped when he saw what was happening. He frantically struggled with his keys, and finally opened my door, running in and pulling my hands to behind me. I gave a big scream, when James playfully bit my lip. I quickly pulled away as another cop ran into Jame's cell and grabbed him as well. My plan was working perfectly, but James was already upset that the cops pulled us away.

The cops walked us out past each other and I saw an opportunity. I kicked my leg back onto the cops knee as he buckled to the ground. I laughed, then ran over to James who was smiling at me, "Couldn't resist me?" He asked. I scoffed, "NO! I just couldn't resist THIS!" I yelled, slamming my knee into his stomach.

"Wow." I heard another mans voice from behind me. I spun around to see Norman standing there, with wide eyes and a big smile. The cop that was holding James ran after me when I ran to hug Norman.

"Thanks." I pulled away just in time to jump over my arms to bring them to in front of me. I quickly slammed my elbow onto the mans head, and bent down to find his keys. I found the right one on my first try, and unlocked my hand cuffs, running to Norman and grabbing Norman's wrist, pulling him to the front lobby thing.

"You're one bad chick!" He joked, running with me. I smiled, "I get it from my dad." We got to the front, and Norman slammed a couple hundred dollars on the desk, along with a picture of himself. He saluted to the lady who fainted at the sight of him.

We both laughed together, looking around for our bikes.

"There!" I pointed to them. We both ran over, smiling and gasping for air.

I jumped on mine and pulled my helmet on. I reached for my keys, but to my surprise, they weren't there. "WHERE ARE MY KEYS?!" I yelled.

By now the cops had ran outside and were running and cursing after us.

"There's no time to search through your bag! Just, um, jump on mine!" Norman said, strapping his helmet on.

I was completely and utterly shocked at this. Norman Reedus had just invited me to ride on his bike. I didn't hesitate and crawled off mine and onto his, sitting behind him, and wrapping my arms around his strong steady body. He quickly started it up and we were off, zooming around the roads of Georgia.

Apparently the lady told the cops that Norman had filled out all the correct forms and payed the right amount of money (Plus $400 extra) to bail me out, so we were free.

I couldn't believe what this trip had come to. It was so great, and I loved how it happened perfectly. If I hadn't hit Norman, there could be a chance that I didn't know who he was.

I was so happy, and the soft, clean air of Georgia blew against my skin as we made our way around.

Norman was yelling a tour of where we were, and which parts were in The Walking Dead.

Every part of this was perfection, and it all took my breath away.

He looked at his watch when we were at a stop light. "Shi- shoot. I am really late for my part! We have to go!" we started up again, and we were on our way to somewhere exciting.

"Where are we going?" I yelled over the humming of the engine.

"You'll see!" He smiled back at me, speeding up. I chuckled.

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About 15 minutes later, we arrived at an out door set-up. Their were trailers with names and stars on them, and a bunch of people running around with headsets, clip boards, and water bottles. Everyone that was wearing a black t-shirt with the words "The Walking Dead" on it, was frantically looking around for somebody.

Norman turned off the bike, took off his helmet, and I threw mine off as well. He grabbed my arm, "Come on sweetie." He showed me the way to a chair that had Norman's name on it. It was a "directors" chair.

"Alright, sit here, and I need to get ready. You get a front row seat!" He planted me down in his chair, and ran off to a trailer.

I sat there awkwardly, swinging my feet back and forth.

I was getting confused stares from everyone.

"Um, who are you?" One man asked, putting his clipboard down. "Um, one of Norman's friends." I said, pointing behind me.

"Um, no." He said. "Security!"

"No, I, wait!" I struggled as two big men came up to me and grabbed my arms. I sighed, "Norman! Norman!" I yelled, pushing against the men. We were walking past the trailer that I thought he ran in to.

"Norman!" I yelled once more. He bolted out of the trailer, and unhanded me from the gaurds.

"It's alright guys! OK?! She's with me!" He yelled to everyone who was still staring at me.

I looked around to get a closer look. All these people looked so familiar. It was scary. It was then I realized that I was on the set of The Walking Dead. The people staring back at me were Sarah Wayne Callies (Lori Grimes), Jon Bernthal (Shane Walsh), Andrew Lincoln (Rick Grimes), Steven Yeun (Glenn Rhee), Laurie Holden (Andrea), Chandler Riggs (Carl Grimes), Michael Rooker (Merle Dixon), Melissa Mcbride (Carol Peletier), Madison Lintz (Sophia Peletier), Irone Singleton (T-dog), Scott Wilson (Hershel Greene), Lauren Cohan (Maggie Greene), Emily Kinney (Beth Greene), and every other character from The Walking Dead.

I couldn't believe what I had just seen. I closed my eyes, my knees buckled, and I fell in to Norman's arms.