Late night talks...and screams

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I had mostly calmed down once we got back to the school... I can't believe that just happened. Uhg so embarrassing! I still feel a tad bit woozy. 

"We were out for a while! It's probably about dinnertime by now." Aasim says. I look up, the sky is slowly growing darker.

Louis opens the gate and Aasim walks in. Louis holds the gate open for me. He then walks by my side. Aasim brings the food over to the pot.

"Well... That was interesting." Louis says as we walk over to the table.

"Mhm" I say, grabbing a bottle from under the table. 

"I think I'm lookout tonight." I say, walking away. He gives me a confused look but then shrugs. I walk to the lookout podium and climb up.

...

It's quiet up here. I break open the bottle with the little ledge Infront of me. I lean against it, looking out at the forest.

It's quiet out here....

I take a sip, cutting my lip on the glass. I lick it off.

...

I look behind me, people are eating currently. A few people have went inside....

This sucks. It's super boring. I look back at the forest. 

A few minutes pass.

I hear someone climb up, I don't look.


"Hey Clem..." Louis says. God he's clingy.

He leans against the ledge, I hope he doesn't notice the wine bottle. I take another sip.

"What?" I ask.

...

"Nothing. I just wanted to see you." Louis says. He looks out into the forest.

"Well, Hi then?" I respond.

...

Fuck this is weird. What do I say?

"So... About in the woods, what happened?" Louis asks.

" What do you mean? " I ask.

"You just like... Shut down. What caused it?" Louis asks.

" I... I saw that rabbit and it reminded me of something, that's all. " I say.

" Remind you of what? " He asks. Someone is nosey.

" I... Uhm... " I mutter. I take another sip of alcohol... It's not really a sip, more like a whole drink of it.

"What the hell are you drinking Clementine?" Louis asks, worried. He pulls the bottle away from me.

"Dude, give it back." I say, annoyed. 

"Not until you tell me what it is." Louis says.

" Wine. Now give it back. " I demand.

"Clem... That's really unhealthy." He says. I snatch back the bottle.

" Yeah and so is fighting walkers everyday, I'm not dead yet. " I say. He Doesn't respond... He just leans back against the ledge, looking out.

...

"Sorry..." I mumble.

"What?" He asks.

"Nevermind..." I respond. 


....

"Can you please tell me what that rabbit reminded you of?" He asks.

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