Blue Eyes

Chapter Three

"Turn off that damn music!" my dad yelled from downstairs, and I quickly did, not wanting to upset him. He wasn't the nicest person around, sometimes he could get real mean, but then he'd be cheerful and easier to have a conversation with....sometimes.

I made my way downstairs, glancing over at my dad, who was currently sitting on the couch reading a book. I accidentally bumped into an end table, signaling my presence, and he turned to look over his shoulder at me. "What are you doing? Where's your brother?" he asked quickly, and I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not sure, and just getting a snack." I replied as I headed into the kitchen.

He scoffed, "You need to stop eating so damn much." His words stung, but I let it go as I found myself a granola bar. There was a knock at the door, and I closed the cabinet before moving to answer. I poked my head out, surprised to see Carl on the other side. "Carl?" I furrowed my brow as he smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "You busy? I was thinking we could, um, hang out maybe?"

"Who the hell's at the door?" my dad called grumpily from the living room. I blushed in embarrassment, giving him an apologetic look before I replied. "It's Carl Grimes. He's a part of the group that came a few days ago." My dad grunted as a response, and I took a deep breath as I gave Carl a forced smile. "You know what? I think that'd be nice," I said softly, and his smile grew larger.

I stepped out of the house, closing the front door behind me, and he backed up to give me room to do so. "Where to?" I asked him, and he nodded his head towards the road. "Anywhere."