His little secret

Maybe a little crush

Finishing an episode of The Walking Dead I flung for the remote playing the next episode.

"Someone likes The Walking Dead a little to much." I glared at him putting up a finger.

"One I love The Walking Dead and two there is never a little to much love for this show." He put his hand up in defence pulling on a little smirk he patted his lap.

"What?" He shrugged patting his lap once again.

"Come sit with me." I got off the ground slowly making my way over to him. He grabbed my hand pulling me down onto his lap I let out a little giggle.

"You're so weird." His chin was resting on my shoulder as he turned to me.

"I know." At some point my feet where dangling off the arm of the chair as my back was on the other arm. His hands on my legs holding me up from falling I guess. I shrugged that part off as the episode ended it was the last one that was recorded.

"What no Carl come back." He looked at me with his hand on his chest I laughed as his lip was slightly out. Grabbing both sides of his face I leaned in closer his eyes shutting I giggled getting off him he huffed.

"Tease." I shrugged running up the stairs I heard the T.V. shut of along with the light.

"I can't see now you jerk!" I felt hands slip onto my hips causing me to jump forward I ran to my room hiding in the closet. Seeing light shine threw the bottom of the closet I gasped causing him to let a low laugh out.

"Come out little Aria you can't hid forever." No but I can try! My hand flew up to my mouth trying to drowned out my giggles.

"Got you." Feeling someone grab my shoulders I screamed causing laughter to feel my ears. Looking over I saw him sitting there with me.

"How did you?" He shrugged with a small smile he pointed to the half way open door on the other side.

"There's two doors that one was half open." I glared at him as he put his hands up. "You're the one who picked the closet." I shrugged getting out I sat on my bed hearing a guy next door start to scream I turned to see an older guy throwing things around in the room in front of mine.

"Someones wreaking your room." He looked at me sadly.

"I um have to get home I'll text you later alright put that blanket up, and promise me you'll keep it up." Running out of my room I heard the front door shut doing as he said I shut the window putting the blanket up.

Hearing bangs along with glass in his house I covered my ears. Finally there was yelling then it stopped hearing a door slam I looked to the covered window hearing yelling once again. Hearing something break I slowly made my way to the window pulling on it slightly it fell showing him with blood all over him punching a wall.

He turned to the window seeing me he rubbed his forehead. Looking away from me. I turned running to the guest room I sat on the bed tears falling down my face. Why was he covered in blood? Was it his own, or was it the older guys? Laying down I tossed and turned all night not getting any sleep.