You and Carl didn’t exactly have a name for whatever you two were. You weren’t a couple, but you weren’t exactly friends either. It was confusing sometimes. You were fifteen and Carl was sixteen.

Rain was pouring down from the dark clouds in the middle of the night. The clouds hid the stars and turned the sky pitch black. Thunder roared and rain poured. You were always a fan of the rain, but this loud thunder made it hard to sleep. Storms also reminded you of the time the whole group had to push their whole body weight on a barn door just to keep a horde from getting in.

So naturally, you could not sleep.

You rolled out of bed, still in your pajamas. You walked quietly through the halls in the Grimes’ house, over to Carl’s room. You didn’t knock. You just walked in, pushing the door open softly.

Carl wasn’t asleep either. Because his gaze was already fixated on you when you walked in. A look of curiosity, tiredness, but maybe also one of admiration.

“What are you doing up?…” He asked rubbing his eye, his voice raspy with sleep.