An Odd First Impression ¦ Carl Grimes

Chapter Four: Perfectly Odd

Carl's POV:

When I woke, Maxi was still beside me. Her eyes closed, resting her long, dark eyelashes against her cheeks. Her breaths were long and quiet. Her lips a dark-ish pink that were perfectly soft (-looking). Her many freckles, a blanket over light skin, with three freckles darker than the rest; one on her forehead, one on her cheek beside her nose, and one on her other cheek right on her cheekbone.

She was perfect. Her curly, auburn-brown hair, perfect. Her soft, freckle-covered arms, perfect. Her precious curved lips, perfect. Everything about her was just so...

Wow. I don't know where all that came from. I can't actually like her. I just met her. I found her... naked. I wonder why.

The fact that I said she was running from something, and Daryl said 'or someone' is still buggin me. Who would she be running from? Why was she running? What happened to her?

I have so many questions that need answers, but I also have very little patience that I need more of.

I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't notice Maxi laying there, awake and looking at me, with her beautiful brown eyes. The only thing that kept this moment from being perfect (like her) was that she didn't have the sweet, happy look on her face that she did yesterday when I carried her here. She had a mixture of sadness, fear, and worry in her eyes. I don't know how I came to read eyes now, but I could; clear as day.

Her expression saddened me as well.

"Hey" I said, hoping maybe she would shine even the slightest smile.

"Hey" she responded with absolutely no change in emotion.

"What's wrong?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing."

"Really? You're gonna play that game?" She giggled, but it was barely audible.

She signed and looked down. At what? I don't know. "Seriously. What's wrong? I can read faces so I'll know if you're lying." I grinned a little, waiting for an answer from her.

After a moment, she spoke. "Family's a bitch." What? Why would she say that?

"What? Why would you say that?" I asked, speaking my thoughts

She looked up, focusing her eyes on mine, and saying, "At least mine is anyway." Still lost.

"Ok, um. Explain?" saying more as a question, wondering if she would mind.

"I only know that there at least three people that are-" she paused, looking down, sighing. Then continued, "-were related to me by blood. There is one more, but he's not even blood. I don't know what he is. A monster."

Ok, so I really wanted the understand this, but I feel like I shouldn't push her.

"You hungry?" I asked. She looked up and slowly nodded, as if she was unsure.

I got up, gently pulling her with me, and walking to the cafeteria. I guess that's what you would call it.

Maxi's POV:

He pulled me up and along with him to get some food.

Once we reached a bigger room with round, stone tables scattered here and there, he asked a lady with really short, gray hair something, but I couldn't hear. She nodded, and gave him four granola bars, two waters, and a small bag of chips.

He walked towards the cell we were just in and I followed. He walked in the cell door, and sat down on the bed, putting the food down on his left and patting the spot on his right, gesturing me to sit there.

I did, and he handed me two granola bars, a water, and the bag of chips.

"Shouldn't we share these?" I asked, holding up the chips.

"Nah. You've went longer without eatin. Take 'em." I smiled as a thanks and openned the bag and started to munch on the stale BBQ chips.

After a while, I looked over and found Carl staring at me with his amazing, icy blue eyes.

I giggled. "What?"

"You chew funny." He laughed and I scoffed, nudging him to the side. I shook my head and walked toward the door, but Carl grabbed my arm.

"It's a good funny." he said, still laughing and pulling me back to the bed.

"You're so stupid." I say, smirking at his immaturity, and grabbed a granola bar.

He's so weird. A good weird. He's perfectly odd.

Carl's POV:

I like the way she chews, the way she smiles, the way she laughs. I even like her oddly placed freckles that are darker than the rest.

She's perfectly odd.