He was in the garage working on a motorcycle and had a streak of oil smeared on his cheek and she still thought he was the best looking man she had ever seen.

Before she knew it she had unconsciously went closer and was just a few steps away from where he was. Going closer she stopped just a step behind where he is crouch down messing with something on the bike with his back towards her. Slowly she reached out a touched his shoulder to get his attention and when her hand brushed his back he jerked away and jumped up, turning towards her with his face in a scowl.

While looking her up and down his scowl never left his face. "What the hell you doin' here?! Shouldn't ya be home playing dress up with you dolls" He snorted.

"I..i..uh.."She stuttered. The way he was looking at her made her feel scared. His eyes held no emotion other than annoyance and his eyes were cold.

His sneer grew and he felt his patience was growing thin. "Are you too stupid to understand? Or just too stupid to know how ta talk? Or maybe it's both?!"

It was too much for her to handle. No one had ever been this mean to her before and she guess that her sickness was the reason why, but she could feel her eyes watering with unshed tears and the sting from holding them back. She could feel her body shaking and looking into his eyes as the tears to fall and she swallowed the lump in her throat that was threatening to choke her. Looking down she took a deep breath to steady her heart and looked up and once more looked into his amazing blue, but cold eyes.

"All I wanted was to tell you I was sorry for knocking you down. I've wanted to apologize since it happened, but I couldn't find the time to approach you… Since it's obvious you hate me, I'll be going now."

As she left she didn't see the frown that replace the sneer. Daryl felt a little guilty. He knew he was being harsh but the innocent look on her face pissed him off to no end. He wished she and her family would just move back to whenever they came from because they didn't belong in the trailer park. Heck they didn't even belong in this town. He could tell that girl was a spoiled brat and she never had a hard day in her life. Plus he didn't need some lil' girl coming near him, he didn't need Merle or any other people thinkin' things. She looked like jail-bait and he don't need the stress. Heck Merle was still talkin' about her every chance he got.

Merle Dixon was a hard headed man. He didn't give a fuck what people thought of him and ya he like to have some fun. When that sweet little thing moved in next door he couldn't help but tease his lil' brother when he caught her watching them. He knew the chick had the hots for Daryl and heck he had caught Daryl looking at her trailer a few times and after that Merle decided that it was time to be friendly and get to know his new neighbor.

Merle waited till her parents were gone and that afternoon he made his way next door. He knocked on the door and a few minutes later she popped her head out side and look confused when she saw him there. He smirked when he saw she probably just got out of bed. Her light brown hair was messy and she was wearing some fuzzy pajama pants with a small tank top that stopped right before it hit her belly button. She was real cute and definitely a virgin, she was short, about 5'4 and was skinny. Couldn't possibly weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet.

After he looked her over he couldn't help but notice the way the skin around her eyes sunk in and was turning a deep dark purple/black color and the way her face was so pale and thin. She looked like she was gonna fall over and die any minute now.

"Hey sugar, you feelin' alright?" he said while frowning. "You look like ya about to kill over."

"Oh, hey. I..uh..I'm fine. I just have a bit of a bad cold." She replied with a strained smile.

"Yea, and I'm the pope. Do ya need me to take ya to the hospital or sumthin'?" He asks. Normally he wouldn't bother with something like this but the girl looked really sick. For once Merle was actually worried.

"No I'm fine. I..just need to take my medicine and I'll be good as new." she says

She went to move and that's when her legs gave out and she could barely feel his arms wrap around her then everything went black.

Merle barely got to her before she hit the floor and groaned. "Great... Hope her folks don't come back soon. Be kinda' hard to explain why a strange man is in their house and their daughters knocked out."

Merle carried her into the back and kicked open the doors trying to find her bedroom. He found her room at the last door and laid her down on top on the small twin sized mattress. Looking around the room he sees a few pictures of her growing up and a couple posters. Her room is what a typical teenager's room would look like he supposed and it was very girly. Her bedding is a hot pink and she had a lot of different sized and colored pillows covering the top of the bed. Feeling out of place standing in her room he scratches the back of his head as he tries to think of what to do.

Reaching over he presses two fingers against her neck to find her pulse and sighs with relief when he finds it. Next he feels her forehead to find that she's burning up and he knows that he needs to get her temperature down. He spends a few minutes going through the bathroom and kitchen for rags and some ice water and he spent an hour and a half applying the wet cloth to her head and arms and legs.

"Well sugar I think that should help. I'm gonna run over to my place real fast and get some stuff and I'll be right back. Don't ya worry, ol'Merle will be back and I'll take care of ya." He whispered.

When Merle walked in Daryl grunted at him with a raise eyebrow. Clearly he was wanting to know where he's been. Merle ignored him and went into the bathroom and got a bottle of fever reducer and then went to his room and changed into some clean clothes. Once he had the things he needed he walked back into the living room and grabbed his wallet and keys and heads for the door but stops when Daryl asks "Where yo goin'?"

"I'm goin' next door." Merle smirks.

Daryl jumps up and didn't even try to mask his anger. "What tha fuck?!"

"What?" Merle asks innocently.

"Man, ya wanna go back to jail?! She don't even look legal!" Daryl sneered

"Man, mind ya own business. Girly's sick so I was gonna bring her some stuff to help."

Daryl just snorts. "Really? You spect me to believe that?"

Rolling his eyes he goes back to her house and after checking her temperature he leaves the meds and a note and heads out to meet a buddy at the bar. He knew he probably should take her to the hospital but she seemed pretty determined to make him think she was fine.