"So, if yer an author, why haven't I read any of yer books?"
"I'm not really proud of my books." I admitted. I nervously scratched the hack of my head before I continued. "I wrote most of them on a deadline, so I didn't have time to revise or anything like that."
"What were they about?" He had been awful curious all morning, deciding to skip breakfast just to ask me questions.
"Mystery stuff. Murders that seem simple but are more complex, stuff like that. Anyway, enough about me. What did you do?"
"I was a drifter." He tone was getting rough again, and I could tell we were treading in dangerous waters.
"I always wanted to be a drifter." I said, hoping that would cheer him up a little. Instead his mood got darker. "Just be alone, traveling the world with no possessions."
"Yer so talented and smart, and you would waste that?"
"Before I went to college and met Glenn, I didn't really know what I wanted to do. I never really figured I had any skills that I could turn into a decent career, so I decided I would just be a waitress, save up my money, and just run away.
"Then I met Glenn. We were never attracted to each other, romantically, but we became friends really fast. Then, since both of us were poor and in debt, we became 'roomies'. One day, he read one of my essays and told me that I should become an author. And I decided I should try. All thoughts of becoming a drifter kind of drifted after that. Pardon the expression."
"I'll have to thank the Chinaman sometime then."
"He's Korean." Daryl rolled his eyes. "And he's probably expecting me."
"He can wait. Tell me another story. A happy one."
"Why don't you tell me a story? I've been telling you stories all day, and you haven't told me one."
"Mine ain't happy."
"Does it look like I care?" He sighed.
"Fine. One time, and I was 'bout eleven, I was hangin' out with Merle. He'd just got outta Juvie, and we were in the bad part of town again. The whole reason Merle'd been in Juvie was 'cause someone'd told on him.
"So Merle gets this idea. And the idea is to go around the bad part of town and interrogate everyone, with a gun no less. To me, we were super badass. I mean, Merle had done drugs and stuff, but he'd never had a gun.
"So we're walkin' around with a gun, Merle with revenge on his mind, me with badassery on mine, and we were just pointin' the gun at people, askin' 'em who the snitch was. After a few people the gun lost it's appeal, but I still felt cool. Like I was tough.
"After about twelve people, we finally find the snitch. Unfortunately the snitch was in hidin', so Merle got another idea. He decided we were gonna make posters sayin' 'fuck the snitch', with the guy's face on it.
" We posted it all over town, not a care in the world. But what we didn't think of, was how we weren't allowed to post somethin' with the word fuck everywhere. So, a cop showed up at our house, threw a fit, got in a fight with Merle, and ended up getting' Merle arrested."
"So Merle ended up in Juvie twice over one guy?" I asked, amused.
"Yep. He was pissed 'bout it." I laughed.
"Your stories aren't so bad." I said, poking his shoulder. He just sighed, and flopped the top half of himself on the bed. Figuring that we were going to rest in silence, I grabbed my Walkman. Oddly enough, this would be my first time using it.
Not paying attention to the tape, I pulled the earphones on and listened. Frowning, I took it out, looking at the label. Holding back a laugh, I looked at another tape.
"Daryl, you did not." I laughed, looking at the five tapes he had gotten me.
"What?" He asked, sitting up. At this point I was laughing so hard that I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Daryl Dixon, you did give me cassettes labeled, 'songs about sex', and then tell me we have to take things slow!" He grabbed the cassettes from my hands, studying them. With a reddened face, he shoved them back at me.
"I wasn't payin' attention." I stifled my laughter, trying to less his embarrassment.
"Speaking of sex, you should look in the drawers." I said. I had checked after waking up, and had been very surprised. "I had no idea scientists were so horny."
There were at least four boxes of condoms, which made Daryl's face redden again. I grabbed the Walkman and started listening again, unable to stop giggling.
"It's getting hot in here, uh-huh, so take off all your clothes! I am getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off!"
"Maybe you should stick to listenin' to songs."
"Shut up!" I laughed, kicking my feet. I felt like a kid again, and not an angry one.
"Dude, the building is about to explode!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked incredulously.
"I'll explain later, just grab what you need and run!" And with that, Glenn was in his room. I grabbed my Walkman, and for good measure, the condoms. You couldn't know when those would be handy.
"Really?" Daryl asked, as we ran.
"Well, I figured that when things have gone slow enough, we might need these."
We ducked for cover, while the building behind us exploded into a million pieces.
"So that doctor was going to kill us all?" I asked, rubbing my temples. I still wasn't fully comprehending the situation.
"Yeah. And Andrea would have died, if it weren't for Dale." I glanced over at the two in question, and Andrea didn't reply seem thrilled.
"That's really heavy." I sighed, closing my eyes.
"I can't believe you would have died talking to Dixon. Or maybe not talking. What I'm trying to say, is that I saw the condoms." I felt myself redden slightly, but shook my head.
"We're not having sex. That's for if we reach that... Point?"
"Well, you're still a lucky bastard. When I die, I'll have only had sex three times."
"That's three times more than me."
"Not for long." I rolled my eyes and handed him a tube.
"Time to go sucking for gas." I said, exasperated. Glenn and I were the only ones who knew how to siphon gas, and we had been for the past few days. We were now on our way to Fort Benning, Glenn traveling in the RV. I was still with Daryl in the RV, but we were going to start riding the bike after we ran out of gas. Not that I couldn't get gas for the truck, but Daryl wanted to ride the bike instead.
"Yep." He looked at the tube, disgusted. He then glamced over at me. "Maybe if we travel far enough, we can find you some new clothes."
I was still wearing the black shirt and plaid pajama pants, and often felt like I was melting.
We soon gathered enough gas to continue moving, and I was on the road with Daryl again. We had been talking a lot, mostly because Daryl thought that we needed to actually know each other before anything got physical. I was always arguing that we knew each other well, but he was always insisting that I tell him stories.
"Okay, so one time my family and I were vacationing in Florida. And by vacationing, I mean that my mom had a business and dragged us to Florida with her. Anyway, none of us were prepared for the weather or animals there, so we were in for a big surprise.
" My dad was sitting on the couch, just watching TV. All of the sudden, there's this giant, winged cockroach on his shoulder, and we're all freaking out, when my dad runs in the bathroom. Then he comes out with a white spray bottle, and just starts spraying the fucker.
"After a couple sprays it finally died, but then I started wondering what he sprayed the bug with. So I asked him, and he just says bleach. So, we're all kind of staring at the wall, and my mom just starts freaking out.
" A few minutes later, the hotel walk starts turning white where he sprayed it. He even sprayed a painting, and the whole sky on the painting started getting a misty white. And all my dad had to say was, 'Oh, well now it has clouds. That's interesting.'"
Daryl was smiling. "Yer always happy when you talk 'bout him."
"So can I get a kiss for my story?" I asked. We were stopped for the night, and parked far away from everyone else.
"Why not?" I kissed him, probably a little bit more passionately than allowed. Thankfully, he didnt push me way again. Things progressed a little_ and we only stopped kissing wwhn I muttered,
"Thank God for condoms."
Sorry for the delay, but I've actually been without WiFi for a long time. So, I was thinking of Bear and Daryl ship names, and it literally took me an hour to realize Bearyl. Anyways, there's a poll about whether or not Daryl and Ber should have sex, and I strongly suggest participating.
-Love Bella