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c. 3

she pulls away and smirks, and grabs both of my hands, bringing them up to her breasts. "have you ever touched a girls boobs before?"
i shake my head.
how fucking abrupt.
i'm literally gay.

her boobs are soft, and kinda squishy; but they bore me, i just don't care.
i wanna get out of here as fast as i can.

she kisses me again, this time more like making out.
"enid-" i try to push her away, but she just keeps kissing me.

she grabs one of my hands, and puts it on her lower back, pushing it down till it reaches her ass.
she continues to kiss me, her lips are slathered in spit, making me force myself not to gag.

a soft moan escapes her lips as she kisses me, and i freeze. i cant move.

i don't fucking feel anything. I just want her to stop.
i try to pull away, but she takes it as a submissive sign, and wraps her arms around my neck.
"e-enid please st-" i push her away, and she groans.
"what's wrong?" she breathes heavily.

the door opens, and we both pull away quickly, dropping our hands to our sides.

Ron stands in the doorway, an unreadable expression taking over his face when he sees us.
oh god.
if enid says anything- i'm gonna fucking kill myself.

"sorry. i didn't mean to interrupt." he gives enid an angry look, which i mentally question.

i don't want him to think i like enid.
i don't.

"h-he can stay." i say quietly, almost whispering.
"what do you mean- 'he can stay.' did we not just have a heated make out session?" she snaps.

i fumble with my hands, and mumble my hatred towards this moment. quiet enough that she can't hear a word.
Ron stands in the door.
i ignore enid. "are you okay... ron?" i ask shyly, immediately regretting it.
his name lingers in my brain, almost like an addiction.

he nods slowly. "u-um. yeah." he fakes a smile.
Enid sighs. "Ron come in. i'm gonna get some boo's and take a shower."
they share an unreadable glance.
enid heads upstairs.

Ron closes the door behind him, and sits a few feet from me. "so, you like enid?" he asks, his voice slightly shaky.
does he like her?
my cheeks heat up. "n-no actually-"

"she forced you into it?"

"i mean-kind of- i don't know..." i get nervous speaking to him.
"did she hurt you?" he sounds genuinely concerned.
"n-no i just- didn't want it."

i find myself watching his lips as he talks, they're perfect and visibly soft.
"enid's good at manipulating people, it's kind of her specialty." he rolls his eyes a little.

Ron's pov.
i sit across from carl, picking at my short nails.
she told me she wouldn't kiss him. but i guess i didn't really believe it anyways, so i cant be mad.

"was that your first kiss?" i ask him.
during their kiss he was awkward, even for the split second that i saw.

he looks down, his cheeks a light shade of pink.
as he looks down, his hair falls into his face, and he swipes it over to the side.
"it doesn't count if i don't want it to- right?" he asks.

i lean in my chair a little, getting comfortable. "i guess."

so it was.
Adorable little Carl Grimes has never kissed someone before.

"why didn't you want it?" i dig deeper for answers, making him uncomfortable, "is something wrong with enid?" i move to the couch next to him, and look down at him.
i hardly pay attention to anything he says, his obviously kissable lips move in sync with his words. i chew on my lip and hold back.
"no- no. it's not Enid- i just... i kinda wanted it to matter, i know it sounds dumb but i-" he stops, and sighs. "it doesn't matter."

"no." i say, "i get it."
he looks up into my eyes, a glimpse of hope gazed in them.

"ron i-" he pauses, "why do you care?" his voice shakes, indicating past pain.
"why wouldn't i care Carl?" i realize that what i just said is very cringe worthy.

his eyes are glossy, almost teary. "i don't know, i'm just not used to it."

"people caring?"

he nods a little.
i bite my lip, and stare down at his lips, but this time i can't just look away. i stare. and he notices, but doesn't say anything.
"is there something on my face?" he asks.
"no, sorry."

"r-ron?"
"yeah?"
"don't you and enid- have a thing?"
i chuckle. "no. definitely not. i'm gay."

"oh, okay."

he rolls his lip between his teeth, which i find really hot.

"now can i ask you something?"

he nods.

"are you-" i sigh, "how do i say this, homophobic?"

carl's pov

holy mother of fucking shit.
ron's gay too.
"no- god no- definitely not."

"good." he nods a little.

i wanna scream.
i wanna tell him i'm a fucking flaming homosexual.
but i don't. i'm too shy.
at least he wouldn't judge me