Belt Loops of Love
Chapter 1: Elevator of Destiny
So this is my AU story of my OC Robin and Daryl if they met without walkers. You'll have to read the other story Heart of Dixon to get the title. Any way I hope you enjoy this story.
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Robin's POV
I didn't realize I was asleep until I got the crap scared out of me by a police officer knocking on my window. I wondered why a cop would be knocking on my window until I realized that I was asleep in my car. I forgot all about yesterday's events. What happened again? Oh I remember; I got fired because I refused to have sex with my married boss. Then I came home to all my stuff (well not all of it, because most of it was stolen) outside my apartment. I practically beat down the door until my fiancé opened the door along with my naked best friend. He told me that relationship was dying for a long time, I just didn't see it. The relationship was dying?! We had sex twice before I went to work that morning! After I yelled at him for a good twenty minutes, I gathered the remainder of my things and stuffed it into my trunk. I didn't want to go to my mom; I haven't seen her since Erin's funeral. I decided I was going to go to my brother, Jacob's place in Atlanta. He'd help me get back on my feet.
During the drive, I got exhausted and pulled over to take a nap. I had the strangest dream, but when I woke up I couldn't remember. What did I dream? Every time I got a grasp on the dream, it slipped away. Bits popped up only to be forgotten again.
"You alright, ma'am?" The officer asked through the window. I seemed to recognize the man but I didn't know from where. I ran his face through my memory. He had piercing blue eyes, brown hair with a bit of gray, and he had an attractive face. Nothing came to me.
"Yes, sir, I got sleepy during the drive so I pulled over to take a nap. I haven't been getting the best sleep these past few days." I sat up and stretched some.
He nodded, "You ok to drive now? This area through here isn't exactly the safest." He gave him a small smile. I noticed movement behind him; his partner came out behind him. I recognized his face too, but I didn't know where to place it. He was that 'tall, tan, and handsome type women loved' and by the look on his face, he knew it.
"Hey, your wife keeps blowing up your phone. Y'all fighting again?" He asked with a smirk. Have you ever met someone you disliked right away? This is how I felt about this guy, I didn't like him and I didn't know why. I never immediately hated a person after a few minutes of knowing someone who didn't even talk to me, but I couldn't even stand looking at him.
"We're always fighting." The officer sighed.
"Um…can I get out?" I asked. I was sitting in the back seat of the car. I know you're not supposed to step out of the car unless a police officer tells you to.
"Yea, of course." Rick chuckled, "You're free to go. Just making sure you were alright." He gave me a nice smile.
"Alright, thanks. Have a nice day." I smiled. I hopped in the front seat and drove off.
It took me about an hour to get to Jacob's place. I felt like I entered the twilight zone when I entered his neighborhood. It was one of those suburban neighbors that demanded every house be painted the same and grass had to be cut a certain inch or they'd sacrifice you to their god. I might be overreacting but the whole thing creeped me out with its insane perfectness.
I parked into his drive-in and stepped out. I could feel all his neighbors in this creepy place eyeing me. Ugh, I could practically hear them thinking how I would make a wonderful sacrifice. Sorry dudes, I'm not a virgin. Sacrifice me and you'll get seventy years of bad juju.
I knocked on his door when his next door neighbor started peaking at me through the window. I didn't like the man he was eyeing me. I was kind of kidding around about the other guys, but this guy gave me the major creeps. Answer the door, Jacob, before that guy asks if I want a popsicle in his cellar!
"Hold on, damnit!" I heard from the other side of the door. Good, being here hasn't giving Jacob any bad habits. I wouldn't want him to be rude to guests.
He opened his door finally, "Robby, what are you doing here?"
"Can I please come in, I hear your neighbor Satan deciding how he's going to cook me." I said quietly. Jacob looked over at his neighbor and nodded. He moved away from the door to let me in.
He closed the door behind, "You know just because someone isn't weird like you, doesn't make them a serial killer…it just makes them normal. Besides my neighbor Phillip is actually a cool guy, he's kickass at golf. Has a sweet daughter too."
I shiver visibly and made a gag sound, "Ugh, normal. It sounds disgusting, don't give it to me. Is it contagious, can you treat it? Anyway, it doesn't matter how good at golf 'Phillip' is, he still makes me think of Satan."
Jacob chuckled and shook his head, "So, Robby, what are you doing here?"
I frowned and slumped down on his couch, "I got fired and Jeff kicked me out."
"On the same day?" Jacob's jaw dropped. He sat down on the coffee table in front of me.
"Yupe." I slumped even further. If I kept frowning like this, my face was going to get stuck this way.
"Wow, you have the worst luck." He laughed aloud.
I punched him, "Jerk! Please why don't you rub my luck in a little bit more, I don't mind." I growled.
Jacob took a few deep breaths and tried to stop laughing, "I'm sorry. Really I am. That's terrible."
I tilted my head to the side, "Oh yea, I can tell. You really feel my pain."
He laughed again, "I'm really am sorry, but what about you? I mean you and Jeff was going to get married."
"Shockingly I'm not that torn about it. I know I should be sad, but I can't cry. It's not like I'm numb from hurt…I don't have any feelings towards it." I confessed.
"Well he was a terrible boyfriend and he treated you like shit. You're better without him." Jacob patted my knee, "So you need to stay with me until you can get up on your feet?"
I grinned sheepishly, "If you don't mind…"
He laughed, "I don't mind, stay as long as you want."
"Thanks, I'll start looking for a job. Know any place that's hiring?" I asked.
"Yea, actually I do know a few places. The hardware store, dollar store, and a diner." He checked them off his fingers, "Oh right, and an adult store is desperate for another person, but hardly anybody tries to apply. They don't want to tarnish their reputations."
"I'll try it out then, since I don't care what anyone thinks about me." I jumped off the couch.
"You're going now?" He quirked a brow with a smirk.
"Yes, I'm in a mood to get things done." I smiled, "Where's it at?"
"It's between the two churches on Rosemary Street. The place is called Mickey's House of Pleasure." He grinned mischievously.
"Been there a lot, I'm guessing?"
"Once or twice." He shrugged, "But I have a surgery tonight, I'll leave the spare key under the mat." Jacob disappeared in his back room.
"Ok, I'll send you a text if anything happens." I called before closing the door to his place. I ran out to my car and searched for the adult store. It was a lot easier to find than I thought. I pulled up right when everyone in the two churches was getting out. I felt a disturbance in the force; I could feel the judgment as I went inside.
Right inside the door was the checkout counter where a redheaded woman stood, "Hello!" She said cheerfully.
"Hi." I did a small wave, "I heard that you're looking to hire."
She nodded, "Yes, we are." She smiled again. She was a very beautiful lady with bright blue eyes. She was voluptuous figure, a real woman.
"I really need a job, just got fired today from Wal-Mart." I vented with a laugh.
"Why were you fired?" She asked with her hands on her lips.
"I wouldn't sleep with my married boss." I admitted.
She frowned a bit, "Ugh, men. Well you won't have to worry about that working here. We only have one man working here and he's gay."
"Wait…you're going to hire me?" I smiled widely, "You didn't interview me or make me sign an application?"
She shrugged, "Don't worry about it. The name's Michelle by the way, but you can call me Mickey. I expectt you here tomorrow by eight."
"Will do! Oh, thank you so much, Mickey."
A month Later…
My luck really started to look up; I made friends with my other two coworkers. There was Sunni James, a blond blue-eyed girl who loved to sing, and Blair Cullen, a gay goth; though you couldn't tell he was gay until you caught him checking out a guy. Sunni and Blair became my friends right away after I started working there and Mickey became like a really cool mother figure. She was like a mom to the three of us.
I'm still living with Jacob, even though I think he's neighbors are part of a cult sacrificing babies and kittens to evil goats (I had a nightmare about it, don't ask), though I'm still looking like crazy. I can't take another night of Jacob keeping me up because he's banging some chick. Also I was running out of excuses why I couldn't join the neighborhood women's sewing circle invites.
I was spending my off day catching up on my favorite show The Rising Dead, when Jacob called me from the hospital asking for me to bring him his wallet he forgot. I told I'd bring it so I reluctantly pulled myself away from the show even though it was a moment my favorite character Derek was in. He was a rugged sexy redneck who was just getting over the loss of his cousin he grew up with. Well his cousin was kind of a douche but I still felt for him.
I arrived at the hospital and went to the front desk. I was going to ask where my brother was but right now they were occupied with a very large and unfriendly man who had large and delicious arms that put Derek's to shame.
"What floor is my brother on? Let me take him home!" He growled.
"I've told you sir, the police are going to take him into custody once Mr. Dixon released." The woman looked scared of the big man.
"Can't believe this shit." He said to himself, "Well what floor is he on?" His voice calmer, somewhat tired.
"I'll check into the computers." She said and started typing away until she saw me, "Can I help you, ma'am?" This also made the big man turn around and face me. Hello Sexy Jerkface!
"Yes, what floor is Dr. Henry on?" I asked in my best polite voice while I snuck glances at the man. Something about him struck me as familiar. Maybe it was because I've been watching the Rising Dead so much, but for some reason I doubted that.
"I'll check for that too." She looked back to her computer. The man in front of her kept looking at me too, he looked like he recognized me, but was uncertain about it. By the way his eyes were roaming me; I think he liked what he saw. I know I certainly did.
"Mr. Dixon, your brother is on the 19th floor. Ma'am, Dr. Henry is on the 21st floor." She answered.
"Thank you." I smiled. The man gave her a curt nod before heading to the elevator. I followed behind him. My, what a bitable ass you have!
We both entered the elevator together. I had a brief but silent freak out about being in the elevator about forgot after seeing his large hands. My, what large hands you have! (Robin Fact: I always had a little red riding hood fantasy and I wanted this man to be my big bad wolf)
"What floor?" He asked his voice was gruff sending shivers down my spine. Careful now, I might become the big bad wolf and eat you!
"21st." I answered. He pressed the button for me. We rode up in silence, an awkward silence. I really wanted to say something and I got the feeling he wanted to talk too but didn't know quite what to say. Things only got interesting when the elevator jerked roughly to a stop between the floors 11 and 12. I fell right into his arms, would have been considered romantic if I wasn't stuck in a metal box of death 120 feet above the safe and wonderful ground.
"What the hell?" He mumbled to himself. He pushed me away from him; rather roughly I might add and started messing with the buttons and the small phone that was meant for times like these. He put it to his ear and called out a bit but put it back where it belonged.
"I think we're stuck in here." He said and dug out his phone. He had no bars and I didn't have my phone on me. I left it in my car.
"Stuck…in…here…" I repeated it freaking out, "I think I'm going to throw up." I groaned.
"Why you freaking out? You got that fear of small spaces or something?"
"A little, along with fear of heights. Plus after watching resident evil and several other scary movies, I'm very afraid of elevators. Well getting stuck in one." I gasped. I was hyperventilating now.
"Scary movies, what the hell does that have to do with it?" He snapped.
"In scary movies, the worst death scenes take place in an elevator, Resident Evil, Devil, Tower of Terror, Elevator, the list goes on." I answered. I was now bent over, my hands on my knees.
"We ain't in a scary movie." I guess he was trying to help.
"It feels like one to me. If I don't make it, find me a husband and tell him I love him." I groaned.
"You're over-reacting." He scoffed, "We just got to get your mind off of it is all and you'll be fine."
"Ok…what's your name?" I asked.
"Daryl." He answered simply.
"Hey Daryl, my name is Robin. What do you do?" I tried to smile. I sank to the floor of the elevator carefully as if it would suddenly fall if I sat down to hard.
"I'm a mechanic. What about you?" He sat down too opposite me.
"I work in an adult store." I laughed; I was already starting to feel like I was calming down.
"You sell dildos?" He chuckled, "What's that like?"
"I don't just sell dildos." I laughed, "I sell other stuff and toys for men too, but it's alright. Not my dream but its ok for now."
"What's your dream?" He leaned his head back.
"To become a writer for children books. Well, not exactly children's, books like Harry Potter or the Percy Jackson series."
"Never heard of them." He grunted.
"Then you've missed out, they're amazing books." I smiled.
"So why are you here? Dr. Henry your boyfriend?" He asked.
I gagged, "No, he's my brother who tends to forget his wallet."
"Oh, my bad."
"It's cool, so what about you? I heard you mention your brother, he alright?" I asked.
"Yea, he's fine. He's just stupid, got in a fight with some guys in a bar." He answered frowning.
I smiled, "Did he win?"
He chuckled, "Nah, that dumbass doesn't know how to pick his fights. That's why he's in here, got cut with a broken bottle. Has to get stitches."
"Oh, I thought it would be one of those 'you should see the other guy' times." I liked the sound of him chuckling. I had the feeling he didn't do it often though.
"Nah, he was the other guy this time." He shook his head.
"Well, I'm sorry and I hope he's alright." I gave him a sweet smile; at least I hoped it looked sweet to him.
"He'll be fine. He's tough. Dumb but tough. He's going back to the clink after this. Violated his parole." He laughed a bit before frowning.
"Sorry to hear that." I frowned too.
"It's fine. Anyway I'm going to need a drink after this." He started fiddling with a zippo lighter. He flicked it on then off again.
"Same here." I laughed.
"Girl, you don't look legal to drink."
"You're right, I'm twenty. I'll be legal in November." I checked him out again for a moment; he blushed when he finally realized, "So how old are you?"
"I'm 33. I'm an old man compared to you." He smirked.
"33 isn't old, you're in the prime of your life." I smirked back.
"Whatever, Bitty." He laughed.
"Bitty? Did you just find a cute way of calling me a chicken?" I asked smirking.
"Well you are a chicken, never seen anybody freak out that bad just 'cause they're stuck in an elevator." He leered.
"Hey back off, I told you that in confidence. Besides elevators are death on pulleys. They're creepy!" I shivered.
"'Cause you're a chicken. Heck chickens are braver than you, that's why you're a bitty. A baby chicken."
"Oh bite me!" I stuck my tongue at him. Just then the elevator started to move again, upward to our floor. Daryl and I jumped up and as soon as it dinged on his floor we both left. I know it wasn't my floor but I didn't want to be stuck again in another elevator, alone.
"I'm going to take the stairs to my floor." I told him, "So…um…bye Daryl." I really noticed his blue eyes then. My, what blue eyes you have! (Really brain! I already established that he had blue eyes, redundant much!)
"Bye Bitty." He nodded to me, and then he was gone. Please God, let me see that man again.
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