low-key / rarl

five

carl's pov

"what?" he sounded shocked.

"well its ridiculous how we can't get along" i said.

he got up and stood next to the frame again, "you're the one who hasn't been able to get along with me, did you forget that?"

i dropped my head, "i know, i've been acting like a douche. i'm sorry."

did i just apologize to him?

"it's okay shortcake" he laughed.

"lamp post" i joked.

"so we're good?" he asked.

i didn't answer for a moment, then stated, "yeah, we are good."

"so, wanna play some video games?" he asked, breaking the silence between us.

"yeah, i'd like that" i replied.

what is even going on?

we both sat down on his bed.

"so this is what this room looks like" i laughed, examining ron's room.

"it's basically my home. where else am i supposed to go?" he said. "it's either here or i die. sometimes i question that, honestly. but, i mean i guess it's always better to be alive, right?" he openly talked. i didn't expect him to open up so fast.

"living is always better" i commented.

"i've learned so" he smiled. he got up and went over to the little selection of games.

"hey, there isn't many games. we can play the 1st call of duty if you want. i'm basically the king of it cause it is all i do" he laughed.

"king, huh?" i joked. "i've never played, but ima become the new king" i said.

"oh really? you're on grimes" he gave me a joking, yet determined look.

"i'm going to win, anderson."

"you're alllllll talk man" ron commented.

"and you're all height" i teased.

"oh shut up and turn on your controller" he said, sarcastically.

wow, this was actually going well.