LOVE is DEAD [RARL]

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3 and a half months later

"You know my dad has a gun, right?" The words dripped like acid off of Carl's tongue as he stared down the blond that was separated from him by the screen door.

"You're going to shoot me?" Ron spat back, brows furrowing as he wiped the sweat off his top lip, brown eyes narrowed and squinted aginst the blazing summer sun. "I'm trying to make things good with you, Carl Grimes. Play along, please?"

"Go play along with your Baby-Mama, asshole." Ron opened the screen door before Carl could slam and lock the large wooden one behind it, catching it between the door frame with the toe of his shoe.

"Breaking and entering, I now have right to use excessive force to remove you-" Carl started but Ron grabbed him by the collar, shuffling him into the kitchen, jaws locked together as they grunted, tongues entwined.

With a gasp, they separated, glaring at each other, blues at browns and vice-versa. "What, are you a cop now?"

"Get the fuck out!" Carl sputtered, pushing Ron off of him, eyes wide as saucers. Ron staggered, looking Carl up and down, jaw set.

"NOW! Before my dad gets home and catches you."

The blond didn't move, hands twitching at his sides. "I'm coming back. Tonight. We're going downtown to sell and burn rubber."

"We're as in E, Mike, and Lyd, right?"

"Right."

"No one else?" Carl folded his arms, letting out a shuttering breath. "You know how a feel about downtown. People get hurt down there. I worry about you a lot, you idiot."

Ron walked backward, throwing his hands in the air in an exaggerated shrug. "Thought you had a gun."

The door slammed behind him and Carl shook his head.