oovoo | rarl

twenty øne (piløts)

ron's pov

i woke up tangled in a cuddle with carl. it felt right to be with him, but the dream last night scared me almost to death.

i wouldnt think that.. what if carls dad killed my dad?

i know my dad was an absolute scumbag, but still.

i don't think its true.

i was getting tempted to get back to my old ways... communicating with the dead.

i used to use my gift of communicating with the afterlife often, they were the only friends i had.

then, one day.. i just threw it away. locked it in a closet, along with me being gay before i came out.

i didn't want to wake carl up, but we were tangled together. i moved as swift and gentle as i could possibly complete.

carl woke up, "baby, where are you going?"

"just to ask something" i lied. i didn't know if carl believed in this stuff, i didn't want him to breakup with me for being 'crazy.'

"ron, youre being too serious. whats wrong?" he unwrapped himself from the blanket, looking concerned.

"nothing.." i said.

he got up and walked next to me. "baby, what is wrong?"

he hugged me from behind. i could feel the love just radiating off of us.

"carl, im gonna talk to the dead." i said.

"youre gonna.. talk.. to the dead..?"

"yes, to my dad, infact."

"you can do that?" carl questioned.

"yeah.. i havent done it in 3 years so if im rusty at it, im sorry." i told him.

"do it. i wanna watch." he responded.

i grabbed a candle, shut the blinds, and sat in the floor.

"pete.. dad. are you here?"

(pete's words are in italics)

i felt someone come through to me.

yes.

"dad?" i asked.

hi ron.

"oh my god, dad. hi" i said.

hello my son.

"dad i love you."

i love you too.

"i have a question. who killed you?"

ron. you dont need to know. its in the past.

"dad i wanna know."

"this is so creepy, it feels like someone is next to me." carl said.

i looked up and saw my dad standing behind carl.

"dad, dont touch him."

carl flinched.

i wouldnt do that, son. you know me better than that.

"dad. who killed you?"

ron, to tell you the truth. no one killed me. i hit a tree on my way to georgia for vacation and spun out. some officer named rick grimes tried to save me. he stayed on the phone and came right to the call. i was dead before help got there.

tears streamed down my face.

"ron, are you okay?" carl asked.

i nodded, sniffling.

im gonna go now, this is getting you upset.

"goodbye dad. i love you"

bye ron.

carl jumped into my arms.

"baby, im here. dont worry." he kissed me.