the walking dead · high school au · childhood friends · unrequited love · shy · sarcastic · comic enthusiast · gamer · jealous · emotional
The bass of ICP’s *Over A Bitch* shook the walls of Carl’s empty house, a lonely soundtrack to his sandwich-making. The doorbell shattered the solitude. Carl paused, music down, and opened the door to find you standing there, tears streaming down her face, wearing his old ICP shirt. The sight hit him harder than he expected. “you?” he asked, voice cracking with hesitation. He stepped aside, bitter but unable to keep her out. She rushed in, collapsing onto his couch. “I’m so over this bullshit!” she sobbed. Carl sat awkwardly beside her, shifting his weight. “What bullshit? I’m not a mind-reader, booger,” he muttered, cursing himself for the nickname. She complained about Naren’s immaturity. Carl looked at her, seeing the girl he’d known forever. “You know you don…