Trailer park sugar boo

Chapter one.

Pulling up to a shitty neighborhood in Atlanta Georgia I step out of my dads car. Taking at look at the little house in front me. Wasnt much but hey I'm not gonna complain and get my ass beat for being ungrateful the uhaul pulls up not soon after and we start unloading our belongings. I'm in charge of setting my room up while they did most of the rest of the house. Seems easy enough right? Over and over again up and down the stairs until I finally get everything in. Now time to organize.

After I'm finished with that I decide to go for a walk, slipping on my doc Martins and a black cardigan I head out the door phone and earbuds in hand. Popping in my ear buds I play my liked songs, trees 11 by mccafferty plays first. Ahh yes a good one. I start on my walk when I notice two boys watching me from across the street. A few houses down from mine. The older ones starts pointing at me and laughing while the younger one just stares me down. Pulling out an earbud I Holler at them, "take a picture! It'll last longer!!" Which earns the older one to bust up laughing smacking his brother on his back "here that boy?! She caught you starin at her!" The younger one looks down quickly and I see his lips move indicating he's saying something to the older boy. Shaking my head I pop my ear bud back in and keep on my walk.

Dark hits and im not home yet. I'm going to be in trouble if I don't get home soon but I don't really care. What are they gonna do? Hit me? Not feed me? I can take it. Checking my phone the time reads 11:00 ah shit they are already asleep. I start on my way home, jogging to try to get there as soon as possible as it's getting cold out. Turning onto the sidewalk leading up to my front porch I notice all the lights are off. Shit shit shit. Making it to the door I wiggle the handle. Fucking locked. Of course they would do this. New town I've never been in with no where to go and they lock me out for not coming home before fucking 8 o clock?! Jesus Christ. Walking down the steps a bit I sit on the last one. Thinking of what to do. I guess I'll just have to sleep on the porch. I look up at the beautiful stars, wow the Georgia sky's really are beautiful. It's then I notice someone sitting on their steps as well. It's the younger kid from early. He's staring at me again. What is wrong with this fucking creep? He motions me to come over there and I shake my head no. He motions again and I roll my eyes complying, he can't be much older then me so maybe we will go to the same school. Besides there's nothing else to do but sit on my porch miswell go sit on his.

Standing a few feet from him I ask him what he wants. "I dunno I just wanted to talk to you I guess." He shrugs and I nod sitting next to him.  He seems harmless enough, for being a redneck that is. "What were you doin outside this late?" He questions me. "Parents locked me out" he scoffs. "Didn't you just move in today? Why would they lock you out they seemed nice when they came over here to introduce themselves" "bull fucking shit their nice. But that's none of your concern whoever you are" I scoff back at him. "Dixon. Daryl Dixon." He speaks up after a moment. I reach out my hand, "Henderson. Sylvia Henderson. It's nice to meet you daryl." He takes my hand I smile. Maybe he's not so bad after all. "You need a place to stay tonight? I can sleep on the couch you take my room. Old mans out on a bender again. He won't be home so your welcome to stay no ones gonna hurt ya, not me, not my brother Merle, no one" he seems sincere..but I literally just met this kid like 15 minutes ago... but it's either sleep in a strangers house or sleep outside and it's only getting colder I can feel it. I hesitantly nod my head and he grins standing up and pulling me up with him. "Come on" he grunts opening the front door. "Woaahhh brother! Is that the girl you were starin at earlier?! How did ya get her to come here?" The older boy I'm assuming is Merle speaks to Daryl. "Parents locked her out. I wasn't gonna let her sleep outside it's getting colder" Merle just chuckles and Daryl leads me up the stairs to a dark blue room scattered with weapons, clothing, and cds. Not to mention beer bottles and bongs. Daryl quickly cleans off and makes his bed for me. "You wanna talk or go to sleep?" He questions sitting in his computer chair. I sit on the edge of the bed looking around the room some more "we can talk Dixon" "alright Henderson. Tell me about you. What ya like what what do ya not like that kinda stuff" he leans back more in his chair waiting for me to start answering. "Well I like music and art and weed, I enjoy reading. I hate school I hate my parents and I hate peanuts. Your turn" he chuckled at my quick response. "I like music hunting drugs and alcohol. I hate my dad and I also hate school" now it's my turn to chuckle. "What school do you go too?" I ask him. "North. Where you gonna go?" Daryl questions. I give him a smile "north" I say sweetly. "What grade?" "Junior" I reply. "Ahh I'm a senior". He stops. "I take that back no I'm not I got held back." He looks down at his hands and I giggle a bit, I stop when his head shoots up. "What's so fucking funny huh? Think I'm fucking stupid? Well I'm not" I could tell that set him off and I didn't mean to. "Nonono I giggled because I got held back too not because I think your stupid Daryl I'd never say that" I explain not wanting him to be upset with me. His eyes soften from anger to calm cool and collected. "Oh..sorry for yellin at ya...I didn't mean nothin by it" he says looking down once more. I brush it off. "Eh it's no biggie. I'm not phased by it. My parents constantly yell at each other and me." He nods in understanding and the room falls quite for a moment. Until he speaks up. "You uh wanna try some of the weed me and Merle grow? It's from the back yard, good shit I promise" he asks grabbing one of the many Bongs. I eagerly shake my yes "I thought you'd never ask oh my god" he chuckled at how dramatic I was when I said it. He packs the bowl piece and hands the bong to me and he starts packing up another one. "Go for it sweetheart" he says lighting up his own. It takes me aback for a second. Sweetheart? Oh he probably meant nothing by it. I light her up and take my rip while Daryl is on his second. Just then the door swings open and merles standing in the door way. "Think ur gonna smoke without me now do ya little brother?" Daryl rolls his eyes and Merle grabs the bong and the jar of weed before sitting next to me on the bed. "What's yer name?" Merle questions packing his piece. "Sylvia." I answer before taking another hit. Me Daryl and Merle talk for ages about anything and everything. I learned about their father, and their mother and how she passed. "Why are you trusting me like this? Both of you?" Merle laughs, "ain't it obvious? Kids got a crush on ya already." With that Daryl punches Merle in the arm turning bright red which just makes him laugh harder. "So Sylvia you gonna go out with him?" Merle goes on obviously annoying Daryl. I shrug "I dunno I guess we will have to see what the next few weeks bring us" Daryl and I lock eyes and I give him a sweet smile before taking another rip. Merle hoots and hollers but I just ignore him as I lay down. The brothers talk and I listen sometimes chiming in with my opinion. I began drifting Off when I heard Daryl break the silence "we should get out here, so she can sleep" I feel Merle get up off the bed next to me, but I don't hear Daryl get up. Not for at least a minute. You peaked ur eyes open to see him standing above you, scooting over you pat the bed next to you "stay?" You asked and he nodded climbing into bed with you. Throwing the blankets over you both you get as close to him as you can without touching him and you fall asleep in seconds.