COMPETED AND G A Y
This story is like really old, if there's any stuff that's wrong in this lemme know.
In this story things are a tad bit different:
• Carl is 16
• Carl is gay
• Literally nothing is the same so don't get triggered please--
• Car...
I have no idea what is wrong with me. If I tell him, if I tell him anything, he'll probably get scared and run off. I mean he's not that much of a pussy but my mind is still telling me that could happen.
But that's never going to happen, I won't tell him.
Anyways, Carl and I are going to try to do something tonight. He didn't tell me but it will apparently piss. Without his dad's permission, because he wants to be rebellious. And I know, I know, I should be a good friend and say 'no don't do that', but I'm not a good friend so I said, 'Hell yeah let's do it.'
After work I go back to our cell. But Carl isn't there. "Carl?" I ask around, it's dark by now so I don't know why he would be outside, but I check outside anyways.
I searched for about half an hour when I finally look up and see him with his feet hanging off the roof. Oh, I should've known, that's where I found him the 3rd week I was at the prison. He shared with me what happened about his mom, that's how we got so close.
I shake my head at my stupidity and go inside, climbing up to the roof and sitting next to him. His eyes are closed and he looks stressed. "Carl..?" I ask, putting a hand on his shoulder.
He gets startled and jumps, almost falling off the roof, when I grab him and pull him back. He lands on my chest, I sigh in relief. He holds onto me tightly, I blush slightly.
"You're okay, you're okay..." I say, shushing him, "You can stop hugging me now.. I mean I'm not complaining, but you're kinda hurting my ribs." I joke, hugging him back.
"Carl... What's wrong?" I ask, he sits up straight (haha unlike him) and looks me in the eyes. "I like someone who I shouldn't and I don't think I can tell... the person." He says, looking away as he says 'someone'.
"Who is it?" I ask, looking at him. I put my hand on his, "You can tell me." He looks like he's thinking about something before his lips quickly place themselves on my own.
My eyes widen. Is this a dream? This.. This has to be a dream. I close my eyes and fall into the kiss. If this is a dream, might as well make the most of it.
"It's you." He says after pulling away from the kiss. "I-" I hug him, "If this is a dream I don't want to wake up.."
I hear Carl chuckle and he hugs me. "Ethan Miles, I.. I think I love you." He whispers into my ear.
"Carl Grimes, I love you too."
We never ended up doing that rebellious thing Carl wanted to do.
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