𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃. ᵗʷᵈ

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     Under a tree, staring up at the sky. Carl was hovering over Daryl's stuff while he wasn't there making me very curious to what he wanted.
He put his hands on Daryl's motorcycle, pretending to start and rev it making me roll my eyes.

"What are you doing?" I ask while he opens Daryl's bag at the back of his bike, he jumps at my voice thinking he was caught then sighed when he saw me.
"Go away," he looks back in the bag, closing in and looking on the other side. He froze so I looked over his shoulder to see a gun.
"Carl!" I warn when he pulls it out, with a gun in his hand I step back. I hate guns, not sure if I've said that, "put it back," I whisper sternly, my eyes widened. Carl looks around him for someone, like I wasn't right in front of him.

     "I'm gonna tell your dad," I switch to narrowing my eyes. I regret saying that instantly because it makes me seem like a baby and a snitch, I'm neither.
"Oh, yeah?" He smirks, he closes one eye holding up the gun infront'a him makes a sound like he was shooting. His hand going in different directions then flying to my direction, I ducked down and turned my head away. I'm shorter than him so where it would be aimed at his chest, it's my head. Not for long because he kept jumping around like a bloody monkey. Did no one teach this boy gun safety?

     "Carl!" I yell, he looks at me and put the gun arm down, he blinks confused to why I ruined his fun and I whine annoyed. I stomp my feet up and down then stomping away with a frustrated frown.

"Hey, do you—" Lori tries to talk to me when I came through the front door but I'm not in the mood. Ignoring her and running up the stairs on all fours, it's just quicker.
I open the door to Beth's room where her and Mia are colouring.

I stand by the door, waiting to be noticed before I walk in because they were busy and I don't wanna interrupt.
Mia points at me with her colouring pencil,
"Hey," Beth smiles without showing her teeth, my typical smile. I come in standing at the end of her bed, leaning on the bed post, I look over it at multiple sheets of printed out paper with loads of images. Some detailed, some animated and lots of colours. Colouring pens and those ones you twist to get the colour to come out. The box ripped and corners were creased but it said 'twistable crayons' so I guess, that, then.

"Please can I have a page?" I ask quietly, my hands behind my back, my hand in the position of clicking my fingers but I don't make any sound to annoy anyone.

"Mhm, yeah," Beth hands me a page of a random Christmas setting which I take. Mia gets of the bed and grabs my hand, taking me to the bed where she was sitting and handed me another page from the bed. This one has an animated dog with a few flowers around him, boys can like flowers too.

"Look, I got one like you," Mia says happily, holding up another dog picture, the exact same as mine, I put mine besides hers.
"We should match colours but opposite," I suggest and she looks up at me confused,
"Huh?" She furrows her brows, I assume it's the words,
"We do it same colours but different," Her expression don't change.
"Same... but not same?"
It made sense in my head, I don't how to explain it any other way. I'm standing there staring at her, her head tilted all the way up because to her I'm tall. It's a three year old, why is my palms sweating.

"Mia," Beth puts her hand out over the girls' gently to get her attention, we both look at her, "Opposite but matching colours are like, pink and blue, black and white," She looks at me to clarify she understood me and I nod like fifty times, my face shared zero expression.
I kinda don't wanna anymore, I'm looking at this dog and I'm loosing interest. The curtains are open behind me so I stare out of it, Shane and Dale are talking by the blue truck. I hope they become friends and Randall stays, I wanna be his friend, him and I can colour together.