Blind ➳ D.D (Pre-Apocalypse)

8. Romeo

♡ Listen to: Love Story By Taylor Swift ♡

I stare down with no interest at all, towards my phone that is getting more and more notifications of calls, voicemails, and texts. All from the same person.

Teddy.

I sigh, and roll my eyes, scanning over the same, yet different worded, pleading texts.

I toss my phone into my pillow, whilst I sit cross legged on my bed. Looking at the clock on my bedside table, it glows 7:56 PM.

Ugh. Me and Daryl would have probably been done our supper at about this time. But we never did. All because of my rude boyfriend. God, he has bad trust issues. I trust him! Like, I know he would never cheat on me.

He needs to learn the same thing. That Daryl is both good, and not my fuckbuddy.

To my surprise, I suddenly hear a loud bang on my window, making me jump. I turn and stare at the blackness outside.

It then happens again.

Except this time, I noticed it was a rock.

I open my window up, and look down, to see a human figure standing on the ground. I can't quite make out who it is from the darkness, making me feel a wave of curiosity, and a little bit of anxiousness flow over me.

"Hello?!" I whisper shout, leaning on my elbows.

"Hey." Instantly when the voice speaks, I know it's Daryl. All of the bad emotions now begin to drain out of me. I smile, then deeply sigh.

"Hey. What are you doing?"

"Jus' wanted ta check up on ya. You doin' fine?"

"Okay. First of all, you could have just used the damn front door. Second, I-" I pause for a minute. "I'm doing fine...now that your here."

He doesn't respond back. I bite my lip, and twiddle my thumbs around a little.

"So, what now?" I ask.

"I don' know."

I scoff, then start laughing.

"Daryl you ass, you show up at my house, throwing stones at my window, which you could have broke, and just ask if I'm okay?"

It's quiet for a minute.

"Yeah, I guess."

I laugh, turn around, grabbing a random sweater, and begin to slip it on, along with flip flops.

Quickly I turn all the lights off in my room, and lock the door.

"I guess I'm coming out now. Are you happy, Romeo?"

"Wait. Yer comin-" he then stops talking, once I swing both legs out of my window. "Be fuckin' careful!!" He then runs closer to my house, facing me.

"Swearing is not allowed near my house, Romeo. You need to learn some manners." I say, as I begin to crawl down my house.

I look back, sighing, seeing I still have quite a ways to go. My room is on the second level. Yay.

Heights are never my thing.