Four

Tara tossed a cracker into pretty boy's cage and watched as he ate it. She leaned in close and looked around for Molly. Pretty boy was a colorful parrot, who stayed in his cage and kicked seeds all over the place. The three girls loved him and he was spoiled rotten.

He refused to talk, and they knew he could because he had talked in the pet store. But once Molly brought him home, he clammed up. That was six months ago and Tara said she wouldn't give up until the little bastard talked.

Molly was still in the shower, prettying herself up for her date. Tara knew Daryl and told her he was an ok guy when Molly divulged who she was seeing that night. They had gone all through school together, Tara, Merle, Daryl and a bunch of others.

Molly wasn't from here, but she and Tara met in nursing school along with Alisha. When Molly's twin died, she needed to get out of Atlanta, so she called her friends, got a job and the rest was history. They had been roommates for two years now and the best of friends.

She had a new life, even if she sometimes wished for the old one back, for her sister to be there. Molly most definitely had absent twin syndrome. She missed Claudia like a person would miss breathing and losing her had been the worst thing to ever happen to Molly.

Tara dangled another cracker through the slots in Pretty Boy's cage.

"Say motherfucker, pretty boy, say fuck you." She laughed as Molly came out of the bathroom. "Come on pretty boy. Douchebag."

"He's never going to talk." Molly said coming into the room drying her hair with a towel.

"Say blow me pretty boy, pretty, pretty boy, blow me." Tara looked up at Molly. "You have that hot date tonight, should we wait up."

"How do I look first?" She asked twirling around in a simple red tank top and faded jeans.

"You look hot as fuck, so are you putting out on the first date or what?" Tara said laughing.

"I tried to put out yesterday after an ice cream cone but he wasn't having it." Molly laughed.

"Maybe he doesn't put out on the first date. I'm not waiting up; I think it's going down tonight." Tara laughed as Molly tried to hit her leg, from where she was sitting on the couch.

"You are too much. "Molly shook her head. "I hope; I'm not coming home tonight."

"Cleaning out the cobwebs are you?" Tara grinned. "Did you shave your legs for Daryl Dixon my friend?"

Molly looked down and blushed, of course she had.

"Hey I don't blame you, he's a smoke show for sure. Not my wheelhouse though, but you know I can appreciate his shoulders as much as the next guy." Tara said as Molly came over with a bottle of nail polish to paint her toenails. "Toes too, this is serious."

Molly blushed even more, she had noticed him and his shoulders and his arms and his ass. She had noticed a long time ago.

It would have been inappropriate to flirt with him while his father was on service. He was right, that was why she wore the fake wedding ring. To remind her, nurse right now, you are not a woman in this situation. To keep unwanted attention from herself too. His attention would not be unwanted, but he thought she was married.

But then he happened by when she was stuck on the road like a knight in an old pickup truck. She had meant to go to the garden center one day, to bump into him by accident, somehow let him know that she only wore the ring for work.

She never told Tara that she took care of his father, that was a violation of a patients right to privacy and HIPPA. So she never asked her if she knew him and then she got busy with work again and things took her mind off the nice man she had met.

It had worked out well just the same and when she told her who she had a date with Tara had said she knew him, for a long time.

"Tara!" Molly exclaimed as she sat down to do her toes, she did a couple of them and then she looked up at Tara. "So what's he like if you know him?"

"He's a good guy, doesn't whore around takes care of his father, you know, the perfect guy." Tara shrugged. "We went to high school and grammar school together."

"Tell me more." Molly said as she was doing her toes a bright purple color.

"Hmmm, we didn't run in the same circles really, he was quiet, not like Merle, his brother Merle is loud and proud and a fucking hell of a good guy."

Molly nodded and ran her fingers through her damp hair and scrunched it into waves to dry naturally. She had an hour and a half till she was due at Daryl's and he had texted her his address earlier that day.

"He's in the Army right now, Daryl's brother Merle, back in high school sometimes I got shit. This town was not always so progressive." Tara explained as Molly worked on her toes. "So I was working in this janky gas station senior year and some asshole at the gas pump called me a dyke."

"Shit." Molly said secretly happy that she didn't grow up here. In this day and age that word did not belong on anyone's lips.

"Merle and Daryl were getting gas too in the bikes I think and I knew them both but I didn't expect Merle to walk over to the guy and punched him right in the face and told him to apologize to me, which he did. Then Merle told him if he said anything to me ever again he and Daryl would fuck him up."

"Wow." Molly said. "That's some hero, huh?"

Tara nodded. "They're good people."

Molly has already known that really, by the way Daryl had cared for his father. He showed kindness at all times, even when his father was uncooperative. She saw his patience and kind spirit and that had been so attractive to her.

"So you go have a good time tonight, as soon as Alisha gets up we're going for Mexican and to the mall if we have time."

Molly nodded. "You have fun tonight too; I'll text you if I'm not coming home."

Tara looked over at her and grinned. "Oh, you're not coming home."

/

Daryl stood at the window in his apartment that looked out into the parking lot. He was drying his hair with a towel and looking for her. Just like a teenager going on his first date he thought to himself as he shook his head.

He started to walk away from the window and then he saw the red mustang she rented come barreling around the corner and into the parking lot. She was still a lead foot, his father always joked when she was his nurse. "Here comes Mario." He'd say comparing her to Mario Andretti. Sometimes he called her "A damn vampire." To her face, when she was drawing his blood and she would say. "Oh, Jacob." And pat his hand.

Daryl would be thinking about her biting him by that point and then shutting it all down because she was a married woman.

Well, he knew better now.

He had kissed her for the first time yesterday and he felt it. It was going to be the last first kiss of his life, he just knew somehow.

She was the one for him and he smiled watching her get out of the car with a grocery bag in one hand and a pizza box in the other.

She didn't listen good and he loved that.

He opened his front door as she was coming up the outside stairs and folded his arms across his chest. He watched her in the red tank top and faded jeans coming towards him.

She had more tattoo's there was one peeking out from under the shirt, a chest piece he was sure. More butterflies on her shoulder and a cross on her other forearm that had seen the day before.

"You brought the pizza anyway." He said trying to sound annoyed and failing miserably because in reality, a woman who did the exact opposite of what he told her was hot.

Most girls kissed his ass because they thought he had money or wanted him only for what he could buy them. Which was why he didn't date much.

"Yup." She grinned at him and handed him the pizza box. He held the door open for her and she walked into his apartment. There was a flower tattoo on her back that peeked out from the top of her shirt. He would memorize all of them, if she would let him.

He sat the pizza on the Livingroom table and she put the bag down there too and turned to him.

"You're a pain in my ass Molly." He said with a laugh.

"What are you going to do about it." She asked and his gaze was upon her so burning hot she could feel it on her skin.

She smiled wide at him and he felt the challenge in her voice. They stood opposite each other for a beat and his eyes zeroed in on her lips, they were full and red like her shirt.

Very similar to his fantasy about her the night before and because of all of that he could feel the blood pounding in his ears as his heart rate increased.

"Hmm?" She said biting her lower lip.

"Jesus, Molly."

He reached out to her and she was in his arms in seconds and he kissed her the way he wanted to kiss her the day before. She was in his arms and his kisses were so hot she moaned out loud. Which only drove him on to go further.

Then he realized he might be overwhelming her, even though she was kissing him back with a fever, sliding her lips and tongue to match his in an almost obscene way.

He stopped and brought his hands up to her face as she ran her hands over his chest his chest was as hard as she had imagined.

"I'm sorry." He started to say. "I…you're just so…"

She kissed him this time and it was so fucking dirty his dick almost exploded and he was sure she could feel it against her thigh.

She bit his bottom lip and looked up at him through her eyelashes. "We can watch the movie later, right?"

He hadn't recovered from her teeth on him but he squeaked out the words he needed to. "You sure?"

"I'm sure."