Daryl had liked you for a long time. The way you fought enamoured him. The way your hair was perfect, no matter how matted or greasy. How you made people smile, regardless of what situation you where all in. To him, you were the most gorgeous person he'd seen. After a long ass time, he finally accepted that he had indeed fell, head first, for you. But he was scared to confess because always felt like you didn't feel the same. In his eyes, he was the freak, the one who never fit in. The one that didn't belong...oh, how he was so wrong

One day you were helping him fix up his bike. As in helping, it was mostly keeping him company and handing him tools.

"You better take me out on this when its done. How long has it been since I made you promise? A month?" You joke, getting a quiet chuckle out of him. His heart skipping a beat as he imagines you and him out on the road on his bike.

"Soon, promise."