The day flew by as Rick silently loathed everyone and everything. He usually wouldn't let himself feel so much self pity, but today was not a usual day.
Right now he was in English class. The final class until he could be alone. This class was easy. The teacher only after a paycheck that barely covered his rent. Rick didn't care for math, so he ran with a constant D in class. He definitely wasn't going to do any work today.
He thought about the Shane and Lori situation. He still couldn't make up his mind about it. Whether he would confront them, or leave it alone was a total life changer. He couldn't afford to have his life changed so quickly.
Without knowing it his mind had drifted to Daryl. He glanced over at him sitting a row behind him. He certainly didn't looked to be the type to be good at math. Then again. He always seemed to be working on something. The Dixon never had his head up in class.
At the least Rick was curious. They had never acknowledged each other personally. Hey had always been there to rip Shane off of the smaller man, and had yelled at them before. They never had a real conversation. Rick was now feeling guilty as ever, but it's not like he was going to start now. The man always was in defensive mode.
Must be tiring...Rick felt slight sympathy for him. The bell came quicker than the rest. Rick quickly shuffled with all his things and practically ran out the classroom. He felt everyone's eyes on him as he exited the school and headed towards the woods. He didn't feel like driving. Knowing that his mom wouldn't condone him driving angry or upset.
It was quite a walk, but deep in the woods was Rick Comfort zone. An old cabin settled there ever since Rick was a boy. It had been abandoned a while ago, and Rick took comfort in the secluded area. He walked through the rickety building. Both doors had been ripped off its hinges, and moss started growing on the frame.
Rick took a chair and nested at his spot at the back window. The window faced a swamp that was about 10 meters. Not very big, but He thought it was pretty. It was clouded with green and reflected the trees around it. It was sort of beautiful.
Time seemed to slow down as Rick sat there. savored these moments. It seemed like his life was way too crowded. His thoughts were proven to be true as his phone vibrated in his pocket multiple times. That didn't et his attention though. A creak of the rotten floorboards did though.
He spun around quickly. Horrified by the fact that his moment of relief might be over for good. Daryl Dixon stood behind him. Silently watching him. Rick relaxed a little. He was glad to not see Shane, but still didn't know how to react to seeing him.
He must of saw him relax because he started looking around the cabin" Lookin' like this place bout' ta fall over" He made his way over and leaned on the door frame. Looking at the same swamp
Rick sighed and rolled his head back" What ya mean?" Daryl flicked his glaze over at him. " Not safe in here" He mumbled. Rick snickered slightly. Finding Daryl's concern for him amusing, yet confusing.
"Just as safe in here, as it is out there. Ya should know that" Rick heard Daryl chuckle softly. " Don't I know it" He crossed his arms. Making his muscles flex. Rick shouldn't have notice, but he did.
"Ya alright?" He was now stumped. Just earlier Rick had assumed Daryl and him never had conversed before, and now where here. Daryl just asked if he were alright like they were actually friends.
Realizing that Daryl was staring at him. He forced out a chuckle" As alright as anyone will ever be" He met Daryl's stare and smiled slightly wanting to show the man some gratitude for his curiosity.
"Thanks, man" Daryl looked away after Rick's complement. His long bangs hid his eyes. Suddenly he walked out of the cabin. Rick thought he heard him mumbling something
"...m'not queer"
If it was possible to be anymore confused. Rick would be. What was he even talking about? Even though he was greatly puzzled by Daryl Dixon. Rick couldn't deny he was in a better mood now.