Norman Reedus Imagines

SDCC- PART 2 (Norman)

You've been driving down the road for almost 30 minutes. Your mind still clouded by what happened at the convention with Norman. You had finally decided to drive back to your hotel, ignoring your cousin's call and text messages. How could you tell her that you had flipped on her idol then walk away and forgot to grab the autograph in the process?

She would kill you over the phone or even worse. You shuddered at the horrifying thought of your cousin making you pay. She was usually a sweet girl but no one can touch Norman without meeting her fists afterwards.

"Aww... Man."

You sighed as guilt gripped your heart even more. You were lost in your thoughts, trying to find a way to fix what you have done but in vain. You exited the busy streets of San Diego, driving through more desert roads. You couldn't afford a room in one of those trendy and luxurious hotel in the center of the town -furthermore for only two days- so you decided to book a room in a small and typical cottage. The place was quiet and peaceful, this small haven represented the kind of vacation you would have preferred. You hated crowded places, you hated busy town centers and even more when you had to socialize with strangers.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts and focused back on the road. This wasn't how you had pictured your vacation.

"How can it be worse?"

You asked out loud, talking to yourself. As soon as the words left your lips, a loud 'crack' sound erupted from your car. You frowned and hit the steering wheel with the palm of your hands.

"No, no, no, no! Please don't stop!"

You cried out but your car stopped slowly, thick and dark smoke popping out of the car's hood. You stopped the car and screamed in exasperation. Then it was too much. Warm tears rolled down your cheeks, puffing your eyes. Your body shook with every sob that erupted from your mouth, your lips quivered and you hid your face into the palm of your hands.

"This day sucks!"

You cried in your hands, trying to calm down a little before checking your phone and finding no connection.

"You must be kidding me!"

You cried even more, throwing your cellphone away into your purse. 'Karma, bitch!' You could hear your cousin's voice say in your head.