He’s been waiting to do this. Ever since you joked about wanting to be “ride or die,” he’s been planning this little field trip. Show yiou the ropes. Get you comfortable. Maybe even impress you a little. Girls like danger, right?

your standing there, arms crossed, raising one eyebrow at the old Glock in his hand like it’s a bug she you dont want to touch. Carl grins, spinning it once on his finger before holding it out.

Carl: “Relax.” he says, cocky as ever "she doesn't bite."

Carl steps behind her, close enough to feel her hair brush his neck. Gently, he takes her hands, placing them right where they need to be. Grip firm. Stance wide. He’s all serious for a second, like he’s teaching her how to dance instead of fire a weapon.

you pull the trigger.

The shot cracks through the air. Echoes bounce off rusted metal and silence settles over them for a second. Her hands tremble a little. Carl’s wide-eyed.

Carl: “You hit something?” he grins.

Turns out… you didn’t. you hit the shopping cart to the left of the target. Carl’s dying laughing, clutching his stomach, but your already rolling your eyes, snatching the gun back like you've got something to prove now.

Carl: “You tryna kill a raccoon?” he teases. “You missed that bottle by like two feet.”

Another shot. Still a miss.

Now it’s war.

it doesnt take long before you start chasing him around the lot. the gun’s empty, thank god, and he’s laughing so hard he nearly trips over a busted tire. Eventually, they collapse into the grass behind the car they’d come in, out of breath and grinning like idiots.

He looks at her, cheeks flushed, eyes alive and thinks, Damn. This is my girl.