Something that Happened about Norman
There's a P.E. teacher in my school who reminds me of Norman Reedus. He doesn't look like our God, specially because I don't find him handsome (but he's not ugly either) but he's got goatee and stuff, and as he's a P.E. teacher, he's pretty hot. XD
So, my friends and I were not in the gym, we were outside, playing beach tennis (on the concrete) and I started to say "Guys, you know that teacher..." and one of my friends interrupted me "...looks like Daryl Dixon?". I was like "Yeah, quite..." (actually I was going to say that I felt strange finding him hot, but....) and she obviously agreed with me, and we started talking about Norman and TWD.
However, when we went back to the gym, I heard her talking to the teacher "Hey, do you know Daryl Dixon, from The Walking dead?" and he answered that yes and that he loved the show, and then she continued "You know, Ingrid adores him! Ingrid, come here! We think you look like him!"
I'm sure I blushed! Then the teacher and I spent th
Paradise Within Hell chapter 5
When we woke up, we got dressed and packed up our bags and beds. I helped Daryl brake down the tent then load up the cars. We put the tents in the white van and the chairs in the RVs storage compartment. Daryl strapped Merle's motorcycle onto the bed of his truck and put their bags into the truck's cab. Once camp had been broken down we all gathered in front of the RV.
"Everybody listen up." Shane said. "Those of you with C.B.s, we're gonna be on channel forty. Lets keep the chatter down okay? If the C.B.s aren't working, you can't get a signal, just honk your horn one time. That'll stop the caravan. Any questions?"
"We're, uh.. we're not going." Morales said.
"We have family in Birmingham." his wife, Miranda said. "We want to be with our people."
"You go on your own, you won't have anyone to watch your back." Shane tried to change their mind, but they still wanted to be with their family. I could understand that. Their was no guarantee any way. Rick and Shane gave Morales a
Last night I had another dream about Norman
I heard someone calling my name and I walked into the bedroom of a house I've never seen before. It was very bright so I closed the white, lacy curtains. I looked to my left and that's when I saw him lying on his back. He was younger; his hair was dark and long. I watched him while he slept and when he opened his eyes I knelt down beside him and took one of his hands in mine. I kissed his fingers while we gazed at each other. He put one of those long fingers under my chin and drew my mouth to his. I woke up as we were kissing.
I could actually feel him
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