An Odd First Impression ¦ Carl Grimes

Chapter Eight: ?

Okay soooo I kinda just deleted chapters eight and nine having absolutely no idea what I was thinking. I wanted to redo pretty much this whole story but then I just read through all of it and I deleted the last two because I didn't like them and now I realize I should've copied and pasted then soonest just to have for ideas or something I DON'T KNOW but I guess I'm rewriting soooo enjoy

*about one week later*

Carl's POV

My wall

What does that mean? What kind of 'wall' would she have built? How did I destroy it? Why did she make it In the first place?

God, girls are so complicated.

So many questions were racing through my mind, and I needed answers. The only way I could get them is from Maxi, but I haven't spoken to her in a while.

It's been one week and two days since I kissed her. It's been one week and two days since I've said a single word to her. It's been one week and two days since I destroyed her 'wall'. For one week and two days, I've pretty much thought about nothing but her.

Her hair. Her eyes. Her freckles. Her mouth. Her lips. The way they moved when she talked. The way they moved when we kissed. The way she looks down, rocks back and forth on her feet and blushes when she's nervous.

Just her. Nothing else. Just Maxi. Maxeline.

Come to think of it, I don't even know her full name, but she knows mine. All she told me was Maxeline.

I need to talk to her.

I got up from my bunk and slightly skipped down to her cell. Everyone just got done eating. Well, everyone except Maxi.

I wasn't in a bad mood, but it wasn't exactly the best. I wouldn't say I was happy, or mad. I don't know how you would describe my mood, actually. I guess it's just one of those I-don't-really-fucking-care-about-anything-today moods.

When I reached Maxi's cell, I peeked in, careful not to frighten her or catch her changing, or anything like that. But there was only one problem; she wasn't there.

I sighed and scratched my head with both my hands before relaxing them, letting them swing by my sides.

Of course she's not here. Why is she never here when I need to talk to her? I thought to myself.

I saw Maggie pass by when I was on my way out.

"Hey! Uh, Maggie?" I ran up behind her.

"Yeah?" she said turning around to face me.

"Um, have you seen Maxi around anywhere today?" I asked, kinda nervously.

"No, not today," she breathes, giving me a sympathetic look.

"Okay. Well, I was just l-looking for her and she's not in her cell, s-so I was just, uh w-wondering," I stuttered. I always got kinda nervous and jittery when she came up in conversations.

Maggie nodded and walked away towards the kitchen, probably towels Carol with the dishes, or something.

Why do I even try, anyway? I mean the last time Maxi and I talked, I kissed her, and she said I destroyed her 'wall'.

Ugh. Whatever.

I decided to look around the prison, just incase I run into her. I walked outside and saw my dad working in the garden, so I thought I should help him.

I'll just find her later, I guess.

But I need to talk to her now!

I sighed, walking my way down to my dad. I just realized why I never had any good friends that were girls before all this happened. They're so confusing to think about, or talk to, or be with.

Jesus Christ.