There has been a substantial request for more of these prompts from my Bethyl Drabbles, so I've decided to make Call for a Good Time a full blown story. Please enjoy. The first two chapters are the same from the Bethyl Prompts.

Call for a Good Time

Beth frowned as she pulled yet another book down off the shelf and started to flip through it. She sighed when a piece of paper fell from the pages and bent to pick it up. She figured it was just some notes that whoever had looked at it last had forgotten bout but when she unfolded the piece of paper all she saw was a phone number, a name, and the words private tutor scrawled on it. Beth bit her lip, clutching the paper a little tighter in her hand. Her pride was arguing with her common sense. Pride said that she didn't need a tutor that she'd get through it just fine. Common sense was telling her to get over it and call the number because if she didn't get a good grade on this paper she was going to fail her class.

She sighed and shut the book and quickly left the library, pulling out her cellphone and dialing the number scribbled there. "Yeah?" the male voice that answered asked.

"Uhm, is this Daryl?" she asked, biting her lip and playing with her hair.

"Depends on who's askin'," he growled out.

She bit her lip a little harder. Maybe this was a bad idea. "My name's Beth Greene…I found your number in a book."

"The hell is it doin' in a book?" He growled before she could answer. "Fuckin' Merle."

Beth frowned and started to walk around. "Maybe this is a bad time," she blurted out, ready to hang up and go back inside to put her nose in a book.

"Where?"

"I'm sorry, where what?"

"Where do you want to meet?" he asked, she could tell he was getting annoyed, but he was going to help her, that was all that mattered.

"Oh uhm, anywhere is fine, I'm not picky." There was a pregnant pause before he answered, giving her an address and a time. Beth quickly wrote it down and sent a text to Maggie before getting on her bike and heading to the address. She really hoped the gruff voice on the other end of the line would be able to help her.

He was going to kill Merle the next time he saw him. He was sick of random girls calling him for a good time just because they'd found his number written on some bathroom wall. It was getting really old. He was going to wait for this slut to turn up at his house and then he was going to turn her away and tell her not to ever come back again. When she knocked on his door he threw it open and stared down at her. He was expecting to see some biker bitch, not the cute blonde girl looking nervous and out of place on his doorstep. "Daryl?"

He sighed and looked at her. "Yeah that's me."

She smiled just a bit. "Great, so I'm having a problem with my thesis, I know what I want to talk about, but for some reason I can't find anything about it, anywhere, which has to be impossible right?"

Daryl stared down at her blankly. What the hell was she going on about? "What the fuck is a thesis?"

She looked up at him, blinking a few times. "Aren't you…a private tutor?" she asked, handing him a piece of paper that had his name and number on it.

Daryl groaned and swore under his breath as he ran a hand through his hair. Merle had gone too far this time. "Look, Beth was it? This is just some sick joke my brother is pulling; I don't know shit about anything except hunting and fixing cars. Never even got my GED."

She frowned a little and he could see the frustration on her face and he felt bad for her. "Oh, I'm sorry for bothering you." She turned to leave and saw the bike she'd ridden over on.

"Hold up," he called out. She stopped and looked at him. "Can't let you ride home on that." He pulled his keys out and walked out, not bothering to lock the door. "I'll give you a ride, least I can do." She nodded a little and wheeled her bike over to his truck. He lifted it into the back and opened the door for her. She thanked him as he climbed in. "So where we goin?" he asked. She gave him her address and he backed the truck out of the driveway and headed that way. He glanced at her and frowned. "You okay?"

She nodded and sighed. "Just gonna fail my class," she muttered, staring out the window.

"What class?"

"Bimolecular studies." She laughed a bit. "I took the class on a whim, thinking it'd be fun. It's been hell." She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm sorry about all the trouble."

He shook his head as he pulled into her driveway. "No problem, you're the best damn looking piece that's found my number and called." He looked at her and threw the truck in park. "Any time you wanna come see me again, feel free."

She smiled and little and climbed out. He lifted her bike out of the back and lent against his truck as he watched her walk inside. As soon as he was back in the truck he saved her number in his phone. Maybe he'd after to call her some time.