Daryl Dixon: A Beautiful Disaster (SEQUEL)

Chapter 14: Staying Mad

Shannon's P.O.V.

"Shannon, come on. Wait!" He calls after me.

All the times I walked away from him and now he decides to follow after me, I tell myself rolling my eyes. I ignore his calling, not wanting to deal with everything else between us. I told him what I knew about his dad, that's all I was asked to do. I keep my pace steady even when I know he's getting closer to catching up to me. When he finally does, he doesn't touch me though, he just gets in front of me and walks backwards staring at me.  "I don't want to talk to you Daryl." I tell him firmly, almost to Spencer's door.

"come on, I'm right here." He says, this time reaching his hand out to touch me.

I stop before he can, and he lowers his hand. My eyes reach his now, filled with hatred "and where were you when he did this, huh?" I ask, stretching out my neck to show the red marks his fingers left "where were you then?" I stare at him, daring him to say a word.

His eyes scan over my neck before coming back to mine and I know I've hurt him. I don't feel bad though, because that was my intention. I want him to be in pain, like I was when I thought he betrayed me. He continues to stand there silently and I take that opportunity to move behind him and up the steps to Spencer's door. Once I open it, I hear him get out "I'm sorry." I take a deep breathe and when I turn around to tell him I don't care, he's already walking away.

I slam the door behind me and stand there, not sure what to do with myself. Spencer comes down the steps shortly after, eyeing me to see if I'm okay. "Ugh, he knows exactly how to get under my skin!" I semi scream into the air.

"I know, it's alright. He's gone now and I won't let him in here." Spencer stays a few feet from me. "why don't you clean up, I'll make you somethin' to eat?" He suggests with a small smile.

"thanks" I mutter back and walk past him to the upstairs. I grab a towel from the closet and turn the shower on scalding. Once warm, I get inside and let the hot water run over me, wanting to rinse off every trace of that place off of me. I find myself sitting in the tub, thinking about where I am, Spencer's house. I found myself perfectly comfortable enough to go upstairs and clean myself off. I came here when I wanted to get away, two times now, and he's done nothing but be there for me. He's sweet, and I know he likes me. Maybe I should give him a chance, maybe I can get over my feelings for Daryl if I just let myself explore my feelings for Spencer. I turn the shower off and head into his room to change, my bag of belongings still here. When I walk into the room I've noticed a few things that are different. His belongings are off the wall and desk, and the comforter has changed. After brushing out my hair I go downstairs to something smelling delicious "mmm, I'm so hungry!" I exclaim walking to a chair and sitting down.

"Good, I made a dish my mom used to make when we were kids." He says putting a plate onto the table in front of me.

The food sits in the middle of the table. It's a type of macaroni dish and I chuckle while putting some onto my plate "Mac & cheese?" I question.

He smirks "sort of, it's not real cheese though, my brother was lactose."

"Unlucky for him. I loved cheese!!" I say taking a bite "mmm, can't even tell the difference!" I say after swallowing the food.

"Good!" He smiles and eats.

"Hey, what's with your room?" I ask now.

He shrugs "figured you'd need a place to stay when you got back." He sort of shrugs, not meeting my gaze.

"But where are your things?" I question.

"Master bedroom." He tells me matter of factly.

"Spencer," I hum out his name "you can keep your room, I don't need one to myself. I don't want you to be uncomfortable or anything." I say. I can only imagine how weird it must be for him to stay in his parents old room.

"I'm not, not anymore." He tells me "it was strange being here alone, with all the haunting memories of everyone. I couldn't keep it like that." His eyes flicker between me and his plate "I had to switch things around, move on in a way."

I put my fork down, making sure he knows I'm serious when I tell him "well, thank you. It means a lot to me being able to stay here with you."

He smiles back "don't think of it as staying with me, it's your home too." He slides his hand on the table "Here."

He lifts his hand up and underneath is a key. "Thanks Spencer" I say taking it from him.

"I mean, we don't lock our doors around here, but it's the thought behind it." He adds on.

I chuckle, taking my fork back out of the bowl "true." I say and eat more. We enjoy our meal trying to retell the funny stories of our past, before the world went to shit.

"Thanks for making dinner Spencer, it was delicious!" I exclaim as I dry the dishes he is cleaning. I put a plate down and begin to dry a pan. "And thanks for being here for me, through all this crazy shit." I add on.

He looks at me with a small smile "happy to be a friend." He winks and flicks some of the water at me.

I jump back at the feel of the soapy water and look at him with my mouth agape. "No way did you just do that!" I sort of yell back. He takes that opportunity to do it again, only this time with most of his hand went with soapy dish water. "Oh, that's it!" I yell out, leaning over to where he is washing dishes and scooping up a hand full of water.

"Don't even!" He tries to yell back but it's too late, as the water splashes his face and shirt. "Oh, you're in for it Shannon!" He growls.

I give him a bring it on look. He quickly pulls out the water spout and turns the sink on. "Nooo! Not fair!" I manage to get out right before he points it at me and squirts me straight on. "ahh stop! Haha Spencer, stop!" I laugh out trying to protect myself with the little hand towel I was using to dry.

He laughs with me, maybe at me as I move quickly behind him to try to use him as a shield. We continue to flick water at each other for a bit longer before I end up slipping. Spencer catches me from falling on my ass and when we both stand up together, he wipes away a soap sud that was resting near my cheek "you got some.."

"Thanks" I mutter back, willing to make the nausea in the pit of my stomach turn to butterflies.

"Well, why don't you get some rest. I'll see you in the morning." Spencer finally lowers his hand from my face, ending the soft state we were holding.

"Ya, I am pretty tired." I say back, carefully starting to leave the kitchen. "And Spencer!" I call over my shoulder to him. When he locks eyes with me I say "thanks for everything, you're a great guy!"

He smiles wide and says "anytime."