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Chapter Eighteen

MEADOW FLETCHER'S POV
June 3, 2017
6:01 PM

I looked in the mirror, the black a dress hugged my body, flowing at the bottom. Maggie walked in, a smile plastered on her face, she had a tray of makeup with her, I turned around, my eyes narrowed, "Absolutely not." "Oh c'mon." She whined, "Just a little bit, please?" I sighed, "Only a little, that's it." I seethed through my teeth, Maggie smiled, she began working, "I haven't done this in forever, not since-" She trailed off, tears formed in her eyes, "It's okay, you don't gotta." She nodded, sniffling as she continued, "I loved playing dress up when I was a little girl. I always wore this bright blue dress that was three times bigger than me." She laughed, I let out a breathless laugh.

She stopped doing my makeup and began to brush my hair. I looked back in the mirror, the makeup was light but noticeable.

"What's with you and Carl?" Maggie asked, I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" "Well, it's just, people have been noticing how close y'all are getting lately, is all." I looked back at her, half-grinning, "We're just friends who have each other's backs, I guess." She moved my head back towards the mirror, brushing. I found myself thinking about her question. What was with Carl and I? Maggie pulled me away from my thoughts.

"All done," Maggie smiled, looking at her, "See you soon, okay." I nodded, looking at myself in the mirror.

I walked into the front door of Deanna's house, people already swarmed inside the house. Music was playing, people were laughing and talking, it was odd. I felt invisible, walking through the crowd of people, trying to find someone I knew. That was until a hand touched my own, I turned around slowly. My heart pounded in my chest. My stomach doing flips.

Ron smiled at me, I half-smiled back at him, not the person I was expecting. All of the inside emotions stopped, he wasn't Carl. "Sorry, but have you seen, Carl?" "Uh yeah, he's by the couch." I awkwardly released his grip from mine, my lips pursed together as I made my way through the big crowd. I saw him, he saw me, his face turning red as he smiled at me. I smiled back, making my way towards him, "A dress, look at you, Fletcher." "Bite your tongue, Grimes. Maggie wanted me to dress up." I glared at him, he laughed.

Later on in the night Ron and Mikey joined us, I took a drink of the punch that was in my hand, watching them play some weird card game, "Meadow you saw that, we tied, right?" Carl looked at me, "I didn't see anything, don't bring me into this." I smiled, Carl glared at me, "She totally saw the tie, she just likes messing with me." Carl looked back at Ron. "Mhm, sure dude."

I walked out onto the porch, the wind was cool against my skin, my hand rested on the white wooden railing. I closed my eyes listening to the crickets chirp. The door opened and closed, I listened as the footsteps drew near, my heart skipping a beat, my eyes staying closed. A hand touching mine, it was calloused, like it was made for holding a gun. The hand was warm, comforting.

"Hey." He whispered in my ear. My stomach was doing flips, my eyes fluttering opened as I looked at him, "Hey," I smiled, our eye contact never breaking. My stomach continued doing flips. His hand squeezed mine once more, "You look really pretty in that dress, I just thought you should know." "Thank you, Carl."

I turned my head away from him, my cheeks heated up. He put his hand on my cheek, turning my head back so I faced him, "Carl?" I asked, I could hear my heart beating in my ears.

CARL GRIMES' POV

I looked at her, our eye contact never breaking. My hand was on her cheek, my breathing hitched, "Carl?" She asked, her face was red and I felt mine heating up. "Meadow," I whispered, her body turned, she faced me. She was stunning, this was my chance. The moonlight beamed against her skin, her beautiful face. Everything about her was perfect. I began to lean my head down to her, tilting hers up, her breathing stopped. She looked at my eyes then my lips. I paused, she nodded her head.

Our lips molded together. Her eyes closed and so did mine. My hands trailed down her body, snaking behind her back. Our lips moving in perfect harmony. I didn't want to pull away, but I knew I had to. I did.

My forehead rested on hers, my chest heaving up and down. "I should probably head back inside, Ryan tends to worry." She whispered. I opened my eyes, Meadow's were already opened, she shot a smile my way. My arms letting go of her as she walked back inside, shutting the front door behind her.

I looked around, my smile growing wider. I looked at the front door, I threw my fist in the air in excitement, quickly bringing it back down and scratching the back of my head. I walked near the door, going back inside.

My smile never leaving.