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The Walking Dead
*August 9, 2013*
*Friday*
I curl up in bed trying to relax. Last night I couldn’t sleep either. I had to fake my way… I grimace at the thought just embarrassed thinking about it. Plus add the heightened stupidity of the nightmares I was having, only made the whole situation of having to sneak into Jacks bed for comfort humiliating.
Zack and I had spent the whole day wandering around downtown Baltimore talking about our lives. He and I seem to be more cool then we were before. We were nice to each other and had fun together but we weren’t really friends. I would consider him and I at least sort of friends at this point. We have a lot more in common then expected.
I get out of bed restless its 2 in the morning. I rummage through Jacks cupboards in search of tea and a teapot. Of course not. I had to do this last night as well, I settle for putting milk in a coffee cup and microwaving it.
“Hey, You okay?” A mostly naked Jack walks down the stairs, I watch him quietly.
“I’m alright. Just can’t sleep I guess.” I shrug he takes a seat on the couch and pats the spot next to him for me.
“Same reason why I woke up with you yesterday?” He cocks his head to the side drawing a sigh from my lips.
“Uhm…” I rack my brain for the right thing to say.
“Come on.” Jack looks at me concerned. “You’re seriously not going to keep this from me.”
“Its nothing really.” I bluff, It really isn’t nothing. I just have a bad habit of having nightmares when I’m away from home. They always seem to include my mother as well, Her getting upset over my rejection of her, sometimes she reduces to abusing me in my dreams or making attempts at my life. Sometimes me making attempts at hers. Otherwise they might have her on the floor dead from alcohol poisoning or choking on her own vomit because I wasn’t there to take care of her. The only other monster besides my mother that really plagues my dreams are zombies. I know its pathetic but all of my life I’ve been afraid that the walking dead will come after me.
The extended stupidity of that fear is that I’m absolutely addicted to them, I actively follow the movie the walking dead, the only video game I really play is the walking dead on my computer and whenever I was with friends that had the system for it we’d play Nazi Zombies and I was actually alright at it. I wasn’t good, but at least I could be useful.
“You do know you’re a terrible liar.” He puts his arm over my shoulder comforting me, I sigh and lean into his side, it’s way too easy to talk to.
“I just have bad dreams sometimes I guess.” I blush looking down at the mug in my hand.
“About?” He rests his cheek on the top of my head and sets his glasses down on the coffee table.
“My mother,” I laugh nervously, “Zombies.” Jack chuckles and hugs me tightly,
“I think with the combination of all of us we got a shot in the zombie apocalypse.” Jack pats my stomach,
“We will see then.” I blush
“Need some company again tonight?” He smirks
“I don’t know I probably won’t be able to sleep anyway.” I let a sigh escape my lips.
“Alright, then what do you want to do?” Jack starts to get up letting go of me.
“I’m not sure.” I shrug and lean off of him.
“Movie? Games? I don’t know what else there is to do here. That’s all we ever do. That and drink. Want a beer?” I push his shoulder.
“That is illegal you know.” Matt stands leaning in the doorway with a smirk on his face.
“You’re still here Fly?” Jack grins at him,
“Yeah, I wasn’t in the mood to go back down to my place and Alex and I were up late working on promotions for our next tour.” Matt walks over and takes a seat by my other side. He smiles at me warmly.
“I don’t want to deprive you guys of your sleep, you should both go to bed.” I smile at the both of them, somewhat flattered.
“Come on, Lets watch Netflix.” Jack leans forward and grabs the TV remote directing the blu-ray player to the netflix,
“What are your guys votes?” Matt looks at the two of us,
“I don’t know, South park?” Jack shrugs
“The walking dead?” I raise an eyebrow at the two of them making Jack laugh loudly.
“The walking dead? Aren’t you awake because you’re afraid of the zombie apocalypse?” He chuckles, “You said that was why you can’t sleep!” He throws his arms in the air,
“So what? Shut up. I like it.” I frown.
“Alright fine, what’s the last episode you both have seen?” Jack sighs laying back into the couch.
“I haven’t seen any episodes.” Matt shrugs.
“I guess we start at episode one then.” Jack nods and clicks on the episode, I relax into the couch and slowly lean into Matt’s side, he rests his arm over my shoulder and pulls me into his side, I rest my head on his chest and try to focus on the T.V.
*Friday*
I curl up in bed trying to relax. Last night I couldn’t sleep either. I had to fake my way… I grimace at the thought just embarrassed thinking about it. Plus add the heightened stupidity of the nightmares I was having, only made the whole situation of having to sneak into Jacks bed for comfort humiliating.
Zack and I had spent the whole day wandering around downtown Baltimore talking about our lives. He and I seem to be more cool then we were before. We were nice to each other and had fun together but we weren’t really friends. I would consider him and I at least sort of friends at this point. We have a lot more in common then expected.
I get out of bed restless its 2 in the morning. I rummage through Jacks cupboards in search of tea and a teapot. Of course not. I had to do this last night as well, I settle for putting milk in a coffee cup and microwaving it.
“Hey, You okay?” A mostly naked Jack walks down the stairs, I watch him quietly.
“I’m alright. Just can’t sleep I guess.” I shrug he takes a seat on the couch and pats the spot next to him for me.
“Same reason why I woke up with you yesterday?” He cocks his head to the side drawing a sigh from my lips.
“Uhm…” I rack my brain for the right thing to say.
“Come on.” Jack looks at me concerned. “You’re seriously not going to keep this from me.”
“Its nothing really.” I bluff, It really isn’t nothing. I just have a bad habit of having nightmares when I’m away from home. They always seem to include my mother as well, Her getting upset over my rejection of her, sometimes she reduces to abusing me in my dreams or making attempts at my life. Sometimes me making attempts at hers. Otherwise they might have her on the floor dead from alcohol poisoning or choking on her own vomit because I wasn’t there to take care of her. The only other monster besides my mother that really plagues my dreams are zombies. I know its pathetic but all of my life I’ve been afraid that the walking dead will come after me.
The extended stupidity of that fear is that I’m absolutely addicted to them, I actively follow the movie the walking dead, the only video game I really play is the walking dead on my computer and whenever I was with friends that had the system for it we’d play Nazi Zombies and I was actually alright at it. I wasn’t good, but at least I could be useful.
“You do know you’re a terrible liar.” He puts his arm over my shoulder comforting me, I sigh and lean into his side, it’s way too easy to talk to.
“I just have bad dreams sometimes I guess.” I blush looking down at the mug in my hand.
“About?” He rests his cheek on the top of my head and sets his glasses down on the coffee table.
“My mother,” I laugh nervously, “Zombies.” Jack chuckles and hugs me tightly,
“I think with the combination of all of us we got a shot in the zombie apocalypse.” Jack pats my stomach,
“We will see then.” I blush
“Need some company again tonight?” He smirks
“I don’t know I probably won’t be able to sleep anyway.” I let a sigh escape my lips.
“Alright, then what do you want to do?” Jack starts to get up letting go of me.
“I’m not sure.” I shrug and lean off of him.
“Movie? Games? I don’t know what else there is to do here. That’s all we ever do. That and drink. Want a beer?” I push his shoulder.
“That is illegal you know.” Matt stands leaning in the doorway with a smirk on his face.
“You’re still here Fly?” Jack grins at him,
“Yeah, I wasn’t in the mood to go back down to my place and Alex and I were up late working on promotions for our next tour.” Matt walks over and takes a seat by my other side. He smiles at me warmly.
“I don’t want to deprive you guys of your sleep, you should both go to bed.” I smile at the both of them, somewhat flattered.
“Come on, Lets watch Netflix.” Jack leans forward and grabs the TV remote directing the blu-ray player to the netflix,
“What are your guys votes?” Matt looks at the two of us,
“I don’t know, South park?” Jack shrugs
“The walking dead?” I raise an eyebrow at the two of them making Jack laugh loudly.
“The walking dead? Aren’t you awake because you’re afraid of the zombie apocalypse?” He chuckles, “You said that was why you can’t sleep!” He throws his arms in the air,
“So what? Shut up. I like it.” I frown.
“Alright fine, what’s the last episode you both have seen?” Jack sighs laying back into the couch.
“I haven’t seen any episodes.” Matt shrugs.
“I guess we start at episode one then.” Jack nods and clicks on the episode, I relax into the couch and slowly lean into Matt’s side, he rests his arm over my shoulder and pulls me into his side, I rest my head on his chest and try to focus on the T.V.
Notes
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