-Book one-
Before the Apocalypse, she was just Blake Holden. Before she was Blake Holden, she was Blake Spektor. That's when Daryl Dixon knew her, and she knew Daryl Dixon.
Of course, they had other names to refer to one another. Both hurtful and ki...
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Grabbing my jacket off the floor did I find my socks as well, so yanking my boots off did I pull them up. All while he was leaning in the frame of the doorway, watching my every move. "Someone's pouting..." I teased, having trouble getting my foot back on it. Laughing at my own failed attempted until it finally worked, but he didn't let any sort of chuckle or growl. Making me look back on up.
"Don't want ya to leave." "Hey...I work tomorrow and Monday, but we have that camping trip? Fourth of July? So stop pouting and go hang out with your brother." Pointing to the wall that supposedly was near the garage, or I assume it to be. I have no clue.
"Guess ya parents got a Friday...Huh?" I nodded, mom made it a point to take off work that day so it's taken. Probably going to return home and eat a nice dinner too. "Can come by if you want...Sit in the truck with Lucky. Drink until tomorrow cause we're done with fucking high school." I grumbled the last bit as I tightened my shoes, knowing I need them secure riding home alone.
"It's a date." Shaking my head at how cautious he's being was the biggest eye opener in the book at this moment, so holding my jacket in hand and phone in the other did I stand up to level with him. "Pouting doesn't look good on you," I said, tapping my finger on his nose as scrunched up mine. Receiving a smile was the best I was going to get until I walked on out, but I forgot something. "Uh...Where's that magazine?" That's when his eyes bulged out his head, looking at me like I'm crazy. Easy to find the stack of them just sitting on the counter, but the one with the bike picture is what I was trying to get at.
Him pulling it out under his mattress had me hide my laughter behind my hand as I took it into my grasp. Taking a look at the cover was it not the same one, but an issue souled focusing on bikes. This is a gold mine.
"What're ya gonna do with—" "Inspiration." I giggled, leaving him to his own dirty thoughts as I trailed through the rest of the house. Glancing at the given few. Was going to burn this right after the photo shoot, he's not going to need it after anyway.
