"Two damaged people trying to heal each other is love."
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I woke up the next morning, tangled in the white sheets and no one next to me. Carl had gotten up, and I could hear the shower running.
'Carl,' I thought. His name rushed through my head as I thought back to last night and what had happened.
Sitting up, I threw on a pair of underwear and a large tee shirt. I clambered down the stairs, and my feet landed on the hardwood floor with a thud.
"Morning," I heard Michonne mumble from the kitchen.
"Hi," I tiredly greeted as I sat at the counter on a barstool.
"How'd you sleep?" She asked as she set a bowl of cereal in front of me.
"Good," I muttered with a mouth full of breakfast.
"Why're you so tired?" She questioned, sending me a mischievous look.
My head shot up, and my eyes darted around the room.
"No reason," I hastily spoke, obviously sounding suspicious.
"Mhm," she hummed, not believing a word I had said.
"I'm, uh, gonna go get dressed," I rushed out, dropping my spoon back in the bowl and running up the stairs.
I reached my room and quickly closed the door behind me.
"She knows," I whispered, walking up to a shirtless Carl.
"What?" He cluelessly questioned.
"She knows what we did last night," I explained, pulling on a pair of skinny jeans and a bra.
"How would she? They were asleep anyway," he furrowed his brows and threw on a shirt.
"She just did," I insisted, pulling a tank top over my head, along with a flannel.
"We're teenagers; it was gonna happen sometime," he calmly said.
"Yeah, I guess," I mumbled, making my way to the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth and hair, throwing it up into a ponytail, and not forgetting to apply deodorant.
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