The Trip. ☆Rarl Story☆[CANCELED.]

The "vacation"

When Carl woke up it was already morning, he guessed it was about 6:12 AM? He couldn't care to check though so he started grabbing some supplies, that consisted,
A small pocket knife, A flashlight, His hand gun, that's what he grabbed from his room, but he ran around the small town for more supplies, a bit of canned food , first aid as in bandaids, and some rope.

God knows what Ron would pack probably something stupid like comics and extra clothes as if he was going to a children's sleep over Carl thought, all though Ron seemed okay when he went on runs solo, carl just likes being an asshole.

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RONS POV:

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Today's the day, The day me and the dick head (Carl) go on a run together, no I'm not scared of going on a run I've gone before. Just not for a week, and especially with someone who hated him. Why was he chosen to partner up with Carl? Mikey was going solo next week I could have gone with him,
Yes Mikey was a distraction but who cares.

Fuck it's already 7:00, atleast I asume, I should start packing for this little vacation. I decide to pack my Machete, a flashlight, some bandages, a small pistole just incase my main weapon goes to complete shit, and I go out to the Pantery to get some canned food and water, Hopefully that will be enough, and hopefully Carl remembers to bring his own shit. I also brought a small blanket and a jacket for the nights.

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NO ONES POV:

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carl and Ron meet in the front of the town seeing a couple of people the know and some random town folks, They lock eyes not saying anything just staring, Carls father Rick breaks the silence by asking

"You guys ready to go? Have everything? Water? Food?"
Rick said mostly asking Carl rather then the other teen who walked towards his mother Jessie

"Honey, you sure you're okay? You can always back ou-"
Jessie says as her only alive son is leaving

"Mom. You do this everytime I go out, and everytime I'm okay, aren't I?" Ron says grabbing his mother's hand so she doesn't worry, or more for him just incase Carl tries something he wants his mother's hand to be the last hand he's held.

Ron drives because Rick, Carls father doesn't want Carl driving underage, even though he's 17. Ron is only a year older, 18 years of age, so apparently that makes Ron responsible of the car, and a whimpy babysitter.

Everyone says their goodbyes and they start walking, in silence, dead silence, not a single hi or angry sentence,
Just silence.

They get into the car and Ron decided he has had enough of Carl acting shy,

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RON POV :

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" can you speak? Are you fucking mute? Are you really gonna make this trip awkward as shit? Can we atleast try and get along. " Ron says annoyed at the younger man.

" sorry I don't talk to giants " Carl says trying to contain his laughter and seem serious

" your just mad you're a midget " Ron says except chuckling slightly but still keeping his eyes on the road.

They end up laughing for a minute together before they both catch themselves and quickly stop.
" so, why do we hate each other again? " Carl asks genuinely not knowing

" I don't hate you, I just don't like you like a lot you know man? To be honest I thought you hated me, because you know the whole me attacking you " Ron says in a slight sarcastic tone yet still being honest with the other male

" yea well fuck you for that. " Carl remembers fully why he so called hated Ron, the whole trying to kill his dad , almost killing him , going crazy.

Carl hits Ron hard yet still playfully on the cheek, being careful not to leave a mark yet still look badass ( he had no reason to do it he just wanted to. )

But that was a mistake the small hit took Ron's eyes off the road hitting into a tree, the car starts smoking and the two just stare at each other,
Carl wide eyed knowing it's his fault and Ron pissed off.

Ron exits the car leaving Carl inside

" you just gonna stare at me or are you gonna get on your feet before walkers come, the crash was pretty fucking loud, thanks asshole. " Ron says very pissed yet still not wanting to show it.

"Fuck yea okay sorry. " Carl isn't really one for apologies but he really fucked up this time.

Carls not stupid but when he feels safe or brave he does rational shit and that's how they ended up in this mess.

Time passes and they walk, and walk for what seems like hours.

" Ron " Carl says once in a low tone
" Ron ?! " Carl says once more still keeping his voice down but a tad louder
" Ron fucking Anderson. Listen to me." Carl says pulling Ron to him.

" what the fuck do you want Carl, to fuck up more shit?"
Ron says obviously mad about earlier

" No. But it's getting dark and I see a small cabin over there."
Carl says pointing out the brown and green cabin hidden by the overgrown plants

" fuck yes. Thanks man!"
Ron is obviously not letting go of the car thing but for now they need rest

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I like this chapter a bit more :3
Thanks for reading by the way!!