low-key / rarl

one

carl's pov

its been a few months in this new town. i have to admit it is the best we have had in a while. the people here though suck. especially ron anderson. he gets on my nerves so much, it's not even funny. this kid is completely insane, i wish he'd just go away. 

"carl!" my dad yelled.

i ran to his call, "yeah?" 

"i'm going over to jessie's, i want you to come with me" he said.

oh god, no thank you. her son makes me want to jump into a pool of blood-thirsty walkers. 

"dad.. really?" i asked.

"yeah, ron's there, you guys are friends, aren't you?"

friends? i can feel the vomit rising. 

"no. not at all" i answered. 

"he cannot be that bad" my dad said. 

"have you even met him!" i remarked.

"carl, you're coming. you can teach him many thangs, he can learn from you." my dad argued. "you know his life isn't perfect. please, just be nice. tolerate him. you've been tolerating people your whole life." 

"fine.. ugh, he's so annoying" i breathed.

"watch your mouth." my dad told me.