My brother and I were as different as different could be. Especially for twins. Shane was a cop in some podunk town and I was a waitress at a grimy diner in the backwoods of Georgia. Shane was constantly looking for Mrs. Right, while I was busy with Mr. Right-Now. Which I always found funny, normally it was the other way around. Normally it was the girl looking for her prince charming and a diamond ring. Fuck. That. Shit.
Momma hated it, always wanted to see her little girl walking down the aisle in a big, white, poofy fucking dress. Again I state, fuck that shit.
The guy next to me was a regular at the diner. I glanced over at him, watching the way his bare back rose and fell. He was awake, just by the way he was breathing I could tell. It wasn't the first time we had spent the night together, and I knew that it wouldn't be the last. Yea, the sex was that good.
When Shane's ringtone broke the silence in the small bedroom, I groaned. My brother had been calling nonstop all morning. I just let it go to voicemail each time. My head hurt too much to listen to his bitching.
"Gonna answer that?" the sleep riddled voice spoke from beside me. "Shits been goin' off all day." He had a point. So, groaning, I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the pack of cigarettes before answering the phone.
"What do you want Shane?" I asked, holding back a yawn.
"'Are you just now waking up?'" Shane asked, his voice already having a bit of a bite to it. "'Serena, it's one in the afternoon!'"
"Yes, mother, I understand that," I said, rolling my eyes. He was such a pain in my ass.
"'You still coming to King County for the weekend?'" Smart, changing the subject.
"Yea" I sighed, smoke coming from my mouth as I did. "Yea, I just have to get home and take a shower first."
"'You're not at your place? Why am I not surprised."' Shane all but scoffed. He went on to say more, but honestly, I was getting distracted by rough hands roaming up my thigh. Through the phone, I could hear the radio in Shane's car. "'Alright, Serena, I'll see you later on today."'
"Mhhmm" was all I could muster. If I were to open my mouth, there was no holding back the moan. This man was fucking magic. "Bye" and then the phone was off and on the floor. "I gotta go" I muttered as his hands ghosted higher. "Daryl," I said, a little clearer this time, "I gotta get home."
Daryl just sighed and moved back to lay at my side. At some point, he had found himself between my knees. The second he did, I stretched myself out on his bed, arching my back and giving a slight moan as it popped in all the right places.
"You ain't going nowhere if you keep up with that shit," he told me, plucking the cigarette from my lips.
Shaking my head, I sat up, letting the thin blanket fall from my naked body. Stretching one last time, I looked around Daryl's small room for the clothes I had been wearing last night. Daryl's blue eyes never left me as I shimmied into the tight blue jeans. When I finally found my shirt, I sighed. This thing was absolutely destroyed. We weren't very patient last night. Shaking my head, I just rooted around the clothes that were on the floor.
"You mind?" I asked, holding up one of Daryl's cleaner shirts. "I'll bring it by when I get back on Monday. "
"Nah, go ahead," Daryl told me, looking me over with a slight smirk. "Looks better on you anyway."
"Will you be at the diner on Monday?" I asked before I could stop myself. It wasn't like Daryl and I were dating or anything. So when Daryl shook his head, I was confused as to why I was disappointed.
"Goin' huntin' with Merle. Might not be back til Friday" Daryl told me as he stubbed out the cigarette.
"Mkay," I said with a shrug. "Catch ya later" I added as I walked back over to his bed, leaning over and kissing him deeply before standing and making my way out to my car.
Once back at my little one-room apartment, I made a beeline for the bathroom. It didn't take me long to shower, change and pack up enough clothes for the weekend. Soon enough, I was back in my Pontiac Firebird and was on my way to King County.
About an hour later, I was making my way to the elementary school. Shane and his best friend Rick wouldn't be out of work for at least another hour. So I told Rick's wife, Lori, that I would meet her at the school when she went to pick up her son.
As I parked my car, it wasn't that hard to find Lori in the sea of moms waiting to pick up their kids.
"Uh-oh," I said as I walked over, a coffee cup in both my hands. "I know that look. Then you get real quiet" I added, handing her a cup. "What's going on?"
"It's nothing" Lori denied, sipping the hot coffee.
"Bull shit" I snorted, earning me a sneering look from some of the women around us.
"We had a fight this morning" Lori sighed. "It got ugly. Hurtful,"
"I'm sorry hun" was all I could say. I was having a fling with a dirty redneck, how could I give a married woman relationship advice? "Men can be jerks." I offered.
"Thing is, if we're being honest, he wasn't the asshole," Lori told me, looking towards the school to see if her son Carl had come out yet.
"Ahh, gotcha" I nodded, sipping my coffee.
"He was trying so hard to be reasonable," Lori continued with a sigh. "It just pushed my buttons all the more. God, sometimes I just wish he'd have it out with me and blow up. Tell me I'm being a bitch if that's what I'm being. Instead, he's just so..." she trailed off with a sigh.
"Don't beat yourself up" I told her, nudging her with my shoulder.
"No? You can't tell me that being pissed at your husband because he doesn't yell at you is even close to being rational." We both sort of giggled at that.
"Yea I don't have that problem...mostly 'cuz I'm single and having the time of my life" I added with a smile.
"So what's this one's name?" she asked. I went to answer her, but the second my mouth opened the sound of a siren broke through the hum in the parking lot. Accompanied by a cruiser zooming passed the cars. Shane.
"Shane, what's going on? Is everything okay?" I asked as Lori and I walked over to him. But judging by the look on my brothers face, no everything was not okay. Lori seemed to notice the same.
"Is he alive?" she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.
"He's in surgery" Shane finally spoke. Just as he did, we heard the school bell ring, and all of the children came pouring out of the school.
"How?" Lori asked, looking to Shane for answers.
"Th-There was a radio call that said that there were two suspects in a car," Shane told her. That must have been the call he got when he was on the phone with me. "But there was a third man. S-Somebody screwed up" he paused, looking at his feet before adding "I screwed up. I did not see him in time, Lori. It's my fault."
"I don't believe that" Lori shook her head.
"Same here. You're not clairvoyant, Shane. There was no way you could have known." I told my brother. We didn't get along on the best of days, but I know that his heart was breaking. Rick was his best friend. His partner. Practically family.
And then, we saw Carl walking towards us. I watched as his little face lit up when he saw me and Shane. It's been awhile since I've been in town, it was good to see the kid again.
"What do I say?" Lori asked as Carl walked over to us. "How do I tell my son his fathers been shot?"
"You don't have to do it alone," I told Lori softly. But she just shook her head and walked over to her son. I watched as she knelt in front of his. As his little face scrunched up and he started crying.
"So who's the guy?" Shane asked.
"Not the time Shane."
We spent hours at the hospital. It was that night that I called the diner and told my boss, Jesse, that I wouldn't be in for a while. After explaining to him what had happened, he understood completely and told me that my job would be there when I got home.
The plan was to stay with Lori. With Rick being put into a coma, she was going to need all the help she could get with her twelve-year-old son. She tried to tell me to go home, to get back to my life. But I told her to suck it up, I was staying.
We'd had dinner in the hospital cafeteria. Contrary to popular belief, it was really good. Once we were done eating, I took Carl home so that he could sleep in his own bed. The boy tried fighting it, saying that he wanted to stay with his mom and Shane. But Lori told him no. He didn't need to be there.
Multiple times that night, I thought about calling Daryl. I needed someone to talk to. We were friends, sure, but really it was just about the sex.
Instead of dialing the number, however, I tossed the phone back onto the bed with a sigh. I had put Carl to bed hours ago, and I was still awake. Watching the news wasn't something I normally did, but there was nothing else on and I was bored as all hell.
There was a random story about some flu that was going around. The newscaster saying that though everything was under control, people should still be on the lookout for certain signs. With a light scoff, I turned off the TV and curled up under the blankets.
Hopefully, I would get some sleep before I took Carl to the hospital tomorrow.
AN: And there's chapter one of yet another TWD story. Should I really be working on this story, when I have like a bajillion more to work on and post? Not really, no, but oh well. lol.
