Ok, so I got most of my excitement back, because my best friend saved the day, yet again, and gave me the most amazing idea...EVER!
I drink more of the tea Hershel made for the sick. As I look away, I try not to notice the needle slowly going into my arm. I hate needles. One time, I wanted so badly not to get a shot, that I bit my mother on the arm. It left a bruise for a while.
"All done. You should be able to leave and go back to the other cell block with the others in a couple of days. We just can't risk getting anyone else sick", says Hershel softly in his doctors voice. I nod my head in agreement. We wouldn't want Carl getting sick, now would we? I lay back down on my bed and think about what would have happened if the zombie apocalypse hadn't taken place. I wouldn't have met Carl, and I don't know what I would have done without him; he is my rock, and... never mind.
"Hey Riley, Carl is here to seeee youuu!" Coo's Lizzie.
"Oh shush up, you turd", I laugh as I throw my pillow at her. I get up and walk towards the glass to see Carl.
"Hey. Are you feeling better? When can you come out? Did you get get the shot yet?" He throws question after question at me as soon as I walk in the door.
"Whoa, buddy. Calm your horses Sheriff. I'm fine, I can leave in like, three days. And yes, I got the shot", I say, rolling my eyes.
"Okay, good. I can't wait till you get better and don't have to stay here anymore. I miss you," He says, trailing off slightly at the end. My face heats up. I miss you too. "Was that what you were really here for though? You know, checking on me", I ask.
"Kinda, I just... I wanted to ask you why you weren't with Daryl at the beginning, or how you guys got separated," He says quietly, looking down. Oh. I take a deep breath.
"I was at a friends house. I spent the night, and we woke up the next morning, and there was the zombies, and it just... happened. I-I ran out the door, and I never... I never saw her again," I said, the tears welling in my eyes and threatening to spill over.
"Oh, Riley...I'm sorry. Soo, there's this new kid that just showed up. His name is Joey, uh, he's from... I don't know where he's from, I'm just trying to change the subject, I guess," He breaks off awkwardly. I laugh at his discomfort, all traces of tears gone by now.
"Cool, you'll have to introduce me when I cash in my bail."
"Okay, will do, Ma'm", We both start laughing at our attempt at being normal.
"Hey, Joey! Come here!" Carl shouts across the cafeteria as a pale, blonde guy walked in through the doors. He turns and walks towards us. He looks right at me, and I swear my knees went weak. As he gets closer, I can really see the whole dream boy thing he's got going, and I'm afraid I might be getting sucked into his spell.
"Hello, I'm Joey. You must be Riley?" He says in the most amazing voice ever.
"Ye-eah, I'm Riley..." I say in a dreamy voice, stuttering out my words. He laughs, and I swear he sounded like an angle. His eyes are the deepest, warmest grey, and his pale skin has a certain glow to it, and his blonde hair is the most beautiful tousled mess, that practically calls my name, making me want to run my fingers through his golden locks all day for the rest of eternity.
"Uh, Riley? You've been staring at him for like, two minutes, and I'm afraid your hand is going to slip and your face is going to fall into your oatmeal", Carl points out. I quickly avert my gaze and start eating my oatmeal again. Joey sits down right across from me, and starts talking to me, and asking me questions about my past life and my interests and all that. After a few minutes I hear Carl sigh angrily and get up. I barely notice as he leaves the room. Apparently, Joey is really good at playing the guitar, he loves to read, and is always helping out with the poor and needy, at least before the end of the world.
CPOV
I really thought it would be good to have Riley meet Joey, and we could all be friends, but that proved to be a total bust. I saw Joey walk in as we were eating breakfast, so I called him over. The closer he got, the weirder Riley started acting. When he came over and asked her if she was the mysterious girl named Riley, that's when I realized he should have stayed far, far away from her. She started stuttering like a love sick teen like the stupid movies Mom used to watch. So to break her spell I told her to stop staring and eat her food pretty much. That just made it all the more worse, they started talking like they were on a speed date or something. I got so pissed that I had to get up and leave before I punched someone.
Super sorry for the long wait, but I had bad writers block. Not an excuse, I know.