low-key / rarl

two

carl's pov

i totally dreaded this.

why did i have to go hangout with him? i can't stand him, not even one little bit!

my dad knocked on the door, once jessie opened the door, a smile was upon jessie's face. her and him were just friends. and that's all it'd remain. my dad and michonne finally were together, jessie and rick just would talk about the town and such when they would see each other, nothing more.

we walked in, i was so annoyed just by being in their home.

"carl, ron's up in his room. you can go up there if you'd like." jessie said.

yay, thanks for having great ideas jessie. *note the sarcasm*

"thanks" i shrugged.

my dad nudged me, meaning i had to go upstairs.

i walked up to ron's room and he was sitting on his bed, throwing a bouncy ball up in the air.

"hey" he said, as i walked in.

"hi" i replied.

"what're you doing here, shrimp?" he sassed.

"thanks for the short joke, lamp post" i commented.

ron rolled his eyes, "whatever."

"and my jessie invited over my dad" i said.

"why'd you have to come?" ron asked.

"thanks for the invite, always making me feel welcome, skyscraper."

ron rolled his eyes again. "well what are you going to do? just stand there for hours?"

yeah, it'd be more comfortable than being next to you.

"i'm fine here" i sassed.

"whatever you say, shortcake." he said.

"wow good one, where'd you get it? 1st grade?"

he fake laughed, "so funny."

"you know what's also funny?" i questioned.

"what?"

"my dad thought we were friends" i said.

"thats hilarious" he laughed.

the room went silent.

"carl?" he asked.

"yeah?" i shrugged.

"why can't we just get along?" he followed up his question.

"maybe because i don't like you" i replied.

"well that was straightforward" he said.

"unlike you" i giggled.

"was that a gay joke?" he asked.

"possibly."

"you realize you are too, right?" he asked.

"no i'm not, i'm perfectly happy with my crush on your ex." i said, thinking i was slaying.

"one day you will realize yourself."

"thanks for the pep talk, oak tree." i commented.

"ugh, you suck" ron replied.

"thanks. and you're ugly."

"atleast i can actually ride the big boy rides at the carnival." ron insulted.

"atleast my mirror doesn't break when i look at it" i said.

silence once again.

"wow we suck at insults." ron laughed.

"yeah true" i said, "i'm better at it though."