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It was Friday, and surprisingly enough there's a bonfire tonight. Even with the arrests made last week, everyone wants to move on like nothings happening. Daryl asking me to 'hang out' on Friday was his chance on trying to get out of going to the party, but the only reason I know about it is that Rachel is my key informer about this group. 

Even with Karen back, she's been leaning towards coming to my side of the picture. 
Although both seem to be very nice girls, I can picture myself hanging out with them in the future. Or more so Rachel than Karen, I just wish I saw my future with Daryl as closely as I see this one. Since working both jobs this entire week, have I been fortunate not to run into anyone I know. Meaning Daryl was keeping to his word about distance and taking a breather. Along with the fact that he hasn't seemed to have done anything wrong, but my mind was brewing up a storm on whether or not I should go to the party tonight.

The entire ride home, and the thoughtful shower process only had me beg the question of 'what ifs' but since my outfit for tonight was already lying flat on my bed. And Rachel was already pumped up to the high heavens to ride with me, so if I couldn't go. She couldn't either.

Even with the lies forming in my head, get called into work, need to babysit my brother, emergency at the base. They all were just blocking the want to go to this. Last time I had gone and Daryl wasn't my babysitter, I actually found it enjoyable. To hang out with girls before the night got too dark to function anymore.

My brother warned me in what time I come home because it's getting harder for him to lie. But I told him if anything happens, to tell mom I'm just at Maddie's or Rachel's. That sounds believable enough to the point where she won't question any further. My mom was pulling a lot of shifts, mostly because the closer she is to the base the easier it is to find out information about Michael. 

That's all I can recall dinner with, the idea that mom might be moving there for the time being. Us having the house to ourselves wasn't an issue, we both were grown up enough to figure it out on our own. But I warned him if he was going to throw a party, I wanted to know beforehand.

He promised me, so there was that. Guess we're throwing a party in the near future, so that's something willing the wait. But what also couldn't wait was Rachel, texting me non stop as I made my way to the barn. So before I even started it on up, I texted her the range of time being a good ten minutes. Maybe some lightning will strike, because the closer in the chance I am getting to this thing. The bigger the pit of my stomach feels.

Winding around to wait for Rachel, was she sneaking out of the back of her house once more. Grabbing the helmet and fastening it under her chin as we continued down the road and off towards the bonfire's location. "You and Daryl doing any better?"
"We still talk!" I yelled, knowing it would be suppressed behind my helmet. But she just laughed, holding on to me even tighter as I rode along faster.

I bet he can hear my bike, I bet all the money in the world he can hear it. Just the same way I can hear his truck and Merle's bike.

Coming in the turning shade of the sun hiding behind the horizon didn't prove to be a challenge, cut through the woods plenty of times and Rachel was patent enough to tell me what to look out for. And before we both knew it, I was parked for the night. Keeping the helmets secured and began to walk forward, staring down Merle's bike as it tried to taunt me just like it's owner would.

Or did last time I was here.

We were both quick in going to the beer, hanging around the warm fire as we were all just spread out. The girls took over this section for the time being, but I think that's because everyone's too scared to come on over.

That didn't stop one of them, as they rushed on over. Sitting right on between Rachel and I, surprised Shawn had the nerve after what happened in school. "Shawn, what the fuck?" My friend was brutally convinced that he came over and ruined her storytelling, but I felt the kick of weed spring free that I couldn't even help but laugh to both of my friends as it sheltered the obvious gaze Daryl had on me.

He stayed away. Watching, but never came over.
Not yet at least. Just when Shawn came over, I felt his gritting teeth from here. 

Just the only reaction my body had created was the laughing sense of how antsy Shawn was in coming over to sit with us. "There ain't no 'girl's only' sign. Besides, I paid big bucks to see this." I didn't know what he meant, so when Rachel leaned on over him to pass the third for forth blunt of the night. I couldn't help myself but take a hit and pass it off to the girl beside me. But all in all, another girl joined me. Right beside Shawn and myself.

Who was she? And why haven't I seen her before?

The greetings were shared, but as no one passed around to her. I was the first to indicated to share her with the group, just didn't know why. 
She was very pretty, her hair was tangled and her overall look was almost like my own. I swear I have that flannel hidden away in my closet, and as the night grew. I found myself giggling and laughing alongside.

I just didn't see that most everyone left the bonfire until I came about to her only talking to me. "Haven't see ya around here before. Ya new?"
"Yeah, almost five months...Blake." Holding out my hand, did she take it into a shake. Smiling as the cigarette was still lit in her mouth, and as she blew to the side. She spoke her name. "Julia." 

That is when my heart fucking plummeted down to the rocks, maybe it wasn't the same one? Maybe this is an entirely different person. She doesn't look like an addict, she looks perfectly fine. 

She...She looks like me. Believe it or not.

"Did I scare everyone away? Shame...Got some of the goods." That's when she held out a plastic bag, Rachel, and Shawn nowhere to be found now. Was I tempted to take the offer. "This is the welcome wagon if there ever was on." Shrugging did I take hold of it, lighting it up and finding the pure delight in a new mist. 

"What the hell is in little Shawn pants today? Actin' funny since I got here."
"I don't fucking know. He's been like that for awhile." As she leaned on down, resting her head onto her elbow like I had done. Were we star gazing, and smoking. And just rumbling through whatever shit managed to spark.

"If ya ever want a good lay, he's the guy." My mind instantly rose up to see her inch out of how big his dick was. And I couldn't help but laugh, didn't know he had it in him. Or on him...My mind was on the wire as I continued to muffle my laugh into my arm. How the hell did she do that? Find the oddest situation and make it enjoyable. "Everyone acts afraid of you."
  
"The girls. Yeah, can't even call them pussies for that. The guys...only just want one thing." 
Again was I turning to look at her, making her chuckle in comparison to where the conversation was going. "Don't think I saw Jake or Trevor. But hey, you do you." The pause just created another hit of a dramatic laugh, she was funny. Or it was the boost of this weed that pleased my insides. 

"Got ya eye on anyone?"
"Not at the moment. No." I couldn't feel the judgment, but that's because she didn't have any. She wasn't like Rachel or Karen to speak bad about someone or boast their opinion to the word. Julia just shrugged and nodded along. "Only sayin' somethin' cause ya got a nice rack. Probably why Shawn's hidin' it from ya. He's scared." Covering my entire face from her as she continued to laugh at her own measly joke, was I in worry at her rising to her feet while I was still on the ground. 


"Come on, got a better spot than this. Everybody's pryin' anyway." Her reaching her arm down helping me on up as we continued off into the direction of the hill. Going a bit down before passing to a large tree in the center of an unspoken part of the woods. 

Guess it was easier as she passed over the person flask in her never-ending inventory. "Surprised nobody's claimed ya yet."
"What—"
"Sorry, lemme rephrase that..." She started, in the middle of a smoke and almost making herself cough at her own inhale as she tried to fix her sentence. But I couldn't even bother handling anything more, trying to recount what I had only made me slump further down to the side of the hill. And she too plopped right down.

"Rachel and Karen ain't all that. You, got somethin' goin' for ya kid." In that moment of her calling me a child, I began to beg the question of "How old are you?"
"22. That right there, is legally bought." As she pointed to her flask I handed it on back as she took the given slugs of it, I mean Daryl's only two years younger than her.

But the fact that she's been with most of the guys on the property begs the question if she ever cheated on Daryl. And I didn't want to find out for myself, or perhaps I do...I don't fucking know. "So what brings you back to town?"
"Rehab didn't work. Again. Just passing through for the moment, looking for eye candy."

"Anyone in particular?"
"Only one who ain't afraid is Merle, but I fucked with the Dixon's too many times to—" I choked on my fucking cigarette as I laughed once again. Whether she was laughing at her verbal situation or the show I just put on, I couldn't handle that for any given reason. "Both of them?"
"You get what you get." Breathing out the given exhale was I in shock at how laid back she was, how innocent she made it out to be. And yet Merle was the one who said nothing between her and Daryl got serious. 

"If ya want my advice, ya'd stay the hell away from everyone here."
"Why's that?"
"Cause this is just depressin', I've been out. Seen cities, half these people haven't left the damn tristate area." I get her point, but most people don't want to travel all that far. Daryl took me to the city, wasn't that far enough? Not like I asked him to or anything.

The conversation continued, and I never really noticed how dirty her jokes turned. Whether they were about Daryl or Shawn, but they were beyond it all. And I tried my best to maintain the information, but whatever sort of weed she's been giving me. Completely did the trick on my forefront because I can't concentrate on jackshit.

This is exactly what I wanted, a cool breeze to soak it all in. The relaxing moment with someone who doesn't give two shits, she can't be going this far into the conversation to not know who I was. Or maybe Daryl didn't let Shawn use names when they were fighting last time.

"Oh boy, here comes trouble..." She mumbles, pushing up her breasts to fit into place. A strategy that I couldn't even find remotely unused, but the fact of the matter was more people were coming to this small little spot we claimed. And as she came straight up to her feet like nothing bother her, to come straight to the man a good distance away. Did I just take another hit off—

"Blake?!" My name didn't roll off the tongue, it was an imminent reaction to me dropping my smoke as I was startled. Especially when it was stomped to the ground before I could even save its little life. "What the hell you do that for?!" I yelled, rising up from my position to get into Dixon's face. 

Feeling the entire loopy state just making me laugh at the sheer fact that even he couldn't stay away as long as either of us hoped. "Cool it Dixon...She ain't for you." Again was this entire situation just spot on to what was in store for him. Two girls who have a vengeance on the same person really gives the metal to the guy before us. "Whatcha give her?"
"Lil somethin' somethin'...Looked like she needed to take the edge off."

To be honest, it wasn't even Dixon's glare towards me that had my core rush with pleasure. It was the fact that he was right in front of me, wanting forgiveness. And my heart so desperately wanted to give it to him, but something was blocking it...Something was—
"Oh shit." He muttered, looking to me with those pleading blue eyes that had just the smallest sparkle of doubt. What happened, how did he even find us. "Rachel was tellin' me ya were up to somethin', really gonna poison my girlfriend with the same shit ya addicted to?!" Now he wasn't in my face any longer, watching this unfold by the smallest bit of light from either one of our smokes. 

Guess we're ranking in the listeners now. "Couldn't have picked a better one, you sure Dixon. There's plenty to go around."
"Stay away from her."
"But what's the fun in that?" 

Her hand just gripped onto the bulge sitting right inside his jeans, and I don't know what came over me. Or what reaction sparked in that moment to grab her wrist and twist it back, pushing her to the end of the hill. 

"What did you give me?" I growled, all the bit closer to her ear. And as she tried to press back, I just forward her back into the rocks. "Oh, you sure know how to pick 'em Dare. This ones right up your alley." Again did I say it, and her laughter rang loose as I let go of my hold her. Whatever was in my system now was now stuck, the high was getting more intense as she paused on her response.

But even then did she try and throw a punch towards me, ducking quickly before soliciting it back to her did she tumble backward. "Whoa! Whoa!" Daryl yelled, trying to stop Julia from coming back towards me. Her bloody nose spiking through as she was the one who tried to indicate the fight. "Christ, Jules back the fuck up."
"Taught me better than that Dixon, ya know I don't back up from a fight." Seeing her beginning to pull something out, was I worried it would be a gun. But throughout the entire sit through, did I see her at fault for only having a knife. 

Putting down my defensive stance as she laughed, did I just take out mine, flicking it on open to make Daryl just try to come into the middle once more. Turning the smallest bit into the middle of the circle, was I taught never to initiate the first move in a knife fight. And she must have known too, because in that moment she slid the knife away and nodded.
"Well damn, I like her...Fuck her good Dare, she's alright." She patted his shoulder before walking on back towards the party, and just as she was far enough, did I pass by Daryl. Still not knowing what was in me.

"Hey Rory don't—"
"I don't know what she fucking gave me." He knew. The obvious look suggested it in the instant. And as I waited for him to tell me, I just walked along. That is,  until he took me over his shoulder to walk me through the woods. "What sort of kidnapping is this?"
"Ya ain't a kid, this is a abduction. Thought ya wanted to go into law sweetheart." I huffed and puffed as he continued to carry me off, but the given view of his ass just right before me tempted me to squeeze. 

And surely, I did.

"One hell of a show, gotta say...Takes a lot to impress Jules like that." Yeah? And she also cheated on you, but since they were never really together. I don't think he deserves the delight in knowing his brother fucked her too. 

Because that's all it was, fucking. Nothing more and nothing less.

"Let me go."
"No...Gotta get ya home." That's when I began to struggle, I wasn't going to be dragged home like this. Not after what just happened, so wiggling my body this way and that had him finally prove difficulty in keeping me together, until finally, he let me down to my feet. "I'm not going home."
"We can't stay here." Did he say 'we'? Or was the weed really kicking in right about now? Especially since I didn't particularly as for his help in anything, the only reason Jules and I fought was that she grabbed him.

"'We'?" I asked, and he sighed. What did he know? How much did he hear? "I know we ain't doin' so well right now, but please...I'll tell ya in the truck ride."
"I can't go home, not like this." He nodded in response, I just didn't believe him this time. "I ain't pullin' a Christmas thing on ya, we'll go to mine. Dad's not home and Merle's here." Again, I still didn't budge. He was losing his last inch of trust if he brought me home, to Jarod in the mess I was in right now. Probably looks worse on Jules with a broken nose and dirt covering half her face. 

"Ya hands needs to be looked at and it ain't no help bein' in the dark out here...Come on." Shaking my head, was the drug beginning to feel wearily as I stomped backwards, dizzy as the words and worlds began to feel light headed. "Just tell me what she gave me...Please...Say it." "Remember that shit...I took last week...? It was from her."

In that moment, like Daryl would have predicted. I began to have my eyes drench with my own tears as I broke the one promise I thought I'd never break, fumbling as I continued to back up from his embrace. 

"Rory, ya ain't gonna want people seein' ya like this. Come on, take ya to my house. Go straight to bed." As he continued to push himself further he pointed into the directions through the hills, and the only words I managed to key out were 'truck' and 'trees' but whatever else was still coming in, even when his lips weren't moving.

I was psyching myself out. 

He took me into his hold, not forcefully. Or as unforcefully as he could possibly make it before holding me up bridal style the entire rest of the way, and just as he had me in the truck. I remembered my bike. "Shit, my bike—"
"It's already in the truck, had Merle load it on up." My mind waved back and forth as I tried to remember when he did that, or if I was even there.

But when I turned on around, there she was. Resuming her normal spot in the back of the truck, and although I wasn't cold or anything near it. Daryl covered my shoulders with the wool blanket before I could even think to say no.

The smell of it enclosing on me rendered me in a calm state, especially when he had me bundled up right under his hold. "How the hell did we get here B?"
"Rachel...Doesn't have a ride..." He said Karen would take her home, and I felt instantly bad in not providing the ride. But I wasn't capable of driving any more than she is in taking that ride, or at least I think so...I could barely keep my eyes open from spinning too far forward and back. 

And I swear, he kept mumbling something. Words, curses at that because every time he continued to look down to see if I could understand, but even he knew I was too far gone.

My body said one thing, my mind said another. It was a long reaction awaiting until then before saying anything more. But the second the car stopped did I rise up, too quickly I might add considering I had to hold my head in that very moment. "I'll carry ya, just hang on." Not wanting any further help, did I just open the door and close it all on my own. But I was careful in taking the trunk as a level holding, however, he just took his arm up and over mine to lead me into the house.

I've been inside once, and I wasn't prepared in ever coming within the walls again. Yet here I am, walking straight through the front door as he continued to walk me through, through the small kitchen and past the narrow walkway into the only opened door. 

He flicked on the lights, and it only glowed the smallest bit. The insanity of it all was that he was trying to pick up his dirty clothes off the ground in the quickest manner before letting them rest all in one chair. "Here...Those can't be too comfy to sleep in. Gonna get ya some water, yell if ya need anythin'." Nodding as I still held onto the blanket around my shoulders, sliding my tight jeans off right after the boots came crashing to the floor. 
It took multiple tries before I could be able to get them off, but even then as I had my shirt off an this on. It covered pretty far down to not need it, besides. The blanket that was on my body kept everything hidden.

"Waters behind ya." Turning around to see him place it down on the nightstand was I confused as to why he was still standing. So I turned my entire body to face him, sighing at the fact that he was trying to be the better person. "I'ma take the couch...Bathrooms right there if—" I just flipping the blanket all the bit back before he stopped mid-word, he was caught of guard but not by much. "Get in bed," I said, and if my eyes couldn't catch his eye roll then I don't know what made me laugh.

Taking his shoes off and taking hold of both blankets before taking me under his hold, was I unaware of the breathing he commenced. "You okay?"
"Shit coulda gone down last night, and I ain't ready to tell ya tomorrow what happened." 

"Yeah. Sucks to be you." He chuckled, kissing my forehead once more, and the only response I had was involuntary as I yawned to give him the indication that I was falling asleep. 
But staying awake meant I could get answers.

"Wanna promise to remember that it wasn't my fault?"
"I don't think I'm in any position to make promises Pookie." His body began to buckle up and down as it his laughter was chopping through the air, I couldn't even look up to his because I just hid in his chest. I knew what I said, but it was only in my mind.

Fuck.

"How long were ya holdin' that one in?" He spoke, clearly amused but not taken back at all. So shaking my head at my clear embarrassment did I not respond. "Come on Rory, long past pet names."
"All I call you is Dixon,"
"Ya call me Dare once in a good while." Again, I shook my head. Rising up to have the blanket no longer pinned to his body, and myself no longer in his hold. "She calls you that."
"Blake...Fuck...Ya wanted a breather and I know this ain't the right time to—"

Letting my thighs lock on over his waist, the one she so cleverly grabbed right before I clocked her in the jaw. I wasn't afraid anymore, I wanted it. I wanted him.

Now.

"Rory..."
"You heard her, 'fuck her good'...So do it." The instant growl that sprang free from his throat had me giggle, especially since he was no longer relaxing against the wall. He met me up, pressing his body against mine as his eyes searched for something.

I just didn't know what was what. 
"Ya don't know what ya askin' babe..." He spoke so carefully, like he was controlling himself. But the situation was getting too heated for me not to continue the craving that my core already sparked, she touched him. "Why ya actin' like this?" He questioned, and I knew exactly why. I needed this feeling, I wasn't prepared to beg, but as my hand just turned my his shoulder to the growing bulge. I could see he was losing the battle.

"Ya got nothin' to prove hun...She can't do shit no more." That's when I went straight to his neck, he allowed me the pleasures of having him moan and groan in his very own room. As my nips continued, his hands found his way past his own shirt that barely clung to my body in any way. 

But the moment he raised up my panties, I stopped mid-kiss. "Tell me why ya doin' this...And I'll help ya out..." He said, moving his hand right where my body wished for it. But as slow as he was going, was my body trying to rock faster, that just slowed it down further. "Ah ah ah, ain't gonna cheat me out of this one babe...Come on..."

"Remember the first time, when we were arguing...at the lake...I did it because I thought you'd go back to her..."
"Did what? Whatcha doin'?" He stopped his action, making his free hand cup my cheek. Like he was giving me the raincheck I needed, but I only had my hand connect to his wrist to take it down. "We're the same person, she even said so..."

My whisper was at the bare minimal, even then did I see his growl commence again his he started up his hand. Creating the dreaded pattern that I couldn't understand just yet, submitting myself to his hold while all I could do is rub his free member up and down.
"Ain't never done nothin' to her in this bed. Ya the first one here..." He growled, changing the range of position as he tended to be on top. Only to crawl backward, with my legs once again over his shoulders as his tongue flicked each and every direction allowing me to moan out loud...

No one was home. 
And we ended with both of us panting, sweat drenching our bare bodies. Even intertwined under the blanket was I still in need of something else...

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Date Posted: 02-25-18  // Time: 3:55
Word-Count: 4618
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Tminus about five hours until we see what happens to Carl :(