Chapter 15
Sitting on the step outside my fathers house, I survey the people who are currently habiting the farm. A couple of weeks have passed since we got here and everyone is adapting well. There have been few dramas, and we have managed to keep the same number of people without someone being chomped on by a walker. My eyes wander over the crowd, and I don't notice when someone sits close beside me. His voice makes me jump and I turn abruptly towards his roughneck appearance.
Daryl.
'You got nothing better to do that sit here daydreaming all day?'
The accusation is normal from this idiot and I simply grimace at him and turn away. The mere sound of his voice annoys me. The way he draws out his words, the way he looks...in fact, I can honestly say that I am far away from being a fan of his.
But I see him.
I see how hard he works to help out around the group. I see how kind he is with the children. And I see and hear how he throws himself in dangers way when it comes to fighting for us all. I turn back to him, and see him staring back. A part of me melts when I look into his eyes again, and I silently berate myself making eye contact. Its not the first time that I have noticed the colour of his eyes. Not the first time that I have fleetingly wondered what his skin would feel like if I touched it. I try to remain cool and nonchalant as the eye contact between us lasts a few seconds too long. I want to say something that will explain why I am staring. I want to say something other than I get lost a little when I look at him. This is Daryl... I cant have feelings for him. He annoys me...
'What the fuck you looking at?'
And then just like that, the feeling disappears and I feel a surge of relief. This guy is so not for me. I roll my eyes dramatically, telling him that he bores me, before I stand up and make my way back into the house. And yet, as I walk away, I could swear that he is watching me go.
I won't turn around.
I want to.
But I wont.