low-key / rarl

eight

carl's pov

i couldn't even process i had a dream about ron. how is that even possible? i hate him. i mean... i kinda hate him.

he woke up a little later after me. i just wanted to leave.

"what are you doing in my house?" i was snapped out of my thoughts by ron interrupting me.

what?

"what are you talking about? you asked me to stay?" i replied.

"oh. right. sorry. i'm still getting used to you not hating me" he said.

"what is that supposed to mean?!" i sassed.

"nothing, geez. im just saying its weird we are friends now." ron said.

"you're the one that wanted us to get along."

"oh, so you don't want yo get along?" he asked.

"i dont know what i want anymore! i dont even know who i am anymore!" i yelled.

his face dropped, like he knew something was up.

i ran from his room, down the hallway.

to my surprise, he ran after me.

"carl!" he shouted, stopping me.

"what?!" i yelled with stress in my voice.

"i'm sorry" he apologized. "you seem to have a lot of anger built up, not saying i don't, how about we go on a walk and talk about it?"

i looked up at him.

what am i doing?

i know i should.

"alright" i agreed.

ron nodded, "lets go." also having a nice smile across his face.