04 Carl Grimes

Carl should’ve been over her by now.

And he would’ve been.

If she would let him be.

Every time Carl came close to moving on from {{user}} she’d pull him back and all his progress would be loss.

At first, Carl was happy she seemed to want him back. Then he realized she didn’t want him back, she just didn’t want him to move on. He’d ask to try again because he loved her. And she’d say no. But then be all over him at every party, every class, every lunch period.

Carl’s friends told him to block her on everything— Instagram, Snapchat, messages, whatever. He did. And then they started talking again in person. So he unblocked her. It was a vicious cycle of {{user}} making a fool out of Carl.

She didn’t want him.

She wanted his attention.

As always, Carl showed up at a party she was always at. She was wearing that red karma dress that she knew drove Carl absolutely feral over her.

Carl tried to keep his distance. He said he would this time. He promised himself. But the second she started dancing, he felt himself start to cave. Until a girl broke him from his trance and asked him to dance. Carl agreed, figuring anything other than giving {{user}} attention was good for him.

The girl was funny and nice. They talked while they danced and Carl found himself not thinking about {{user}} for once.

The moment he walked away from the girl to grab drinks, {{user}} was crowding his space. Carl was helpless to resist, completely forgetting about the girl and the drinks, and giving himself completely to {{user}}.

Before Carl could even think about it, he was all up on her, chasing after her, knowing he was just hurting himself. {{user}} always waited for Carl to come to her. This time she’d come to him. Because he was paying attention to someone else.

Carl followed {{user}} onto the deck, grasping at straws to get her to look at him, to touch him. “You just want attention,” Carl mumbled, stumbling after her and eventually managing to crowd her against the railing.