“What do you think they’re doing?” Alex looked out through a narrow gap in the boards across the window at the zombie-mob gathered on the sidewalk outside.
“I what?” He turned to look at me with a glare.
“You’re looking at the zombies. They seem to be working together, not exactly brain dead after all,” I explain.
“No.” He shook his head.
“I’m not in the zombie story,” he clarified.
“Well, sure you are. I mean, I haven’t named names yet but it could be you,” I assured him.
“It’s not,” he said with finality and another glare.
“But Alex – ”
“Send Blondie,” he cut me off.
“Me? No thanks.” He didn’t even look up from the Nintendo DS he was playing. “And I have a name by the way.”
“You do? What is it?” I stared at him expectantly. Would he be a Chaz, a Travis? How about Leo or Brad?
“Yeah what is it?” Alex was curious too.
Blondie snorted. “Chaz? Really?”
I didn’t say that out loud!
“Babe,” Alex chided. “You know we know what you know. You know?”
“Fuckity fuck,” I muttered, annoyed. “Why don’t I know what you know then?”
“Your mind is a mystery to us all sugar,” Blondie laughed.
“Well? What is it,” I snapped.
Blondie looked up with a smirk. “I’m no fool sugar. If I tell you that, you’ll put me in the zombie story.”
“Would you rather wear a dress again?” I threatened.
He didn’t even hesitate. “Yes I would.”
I glared at them, considered eyeliner and dresses for them both.
“I don’t think Alex has got the legs for it,” Blondie muttered.
“Fuck you, I do so,” Alex mumbled, his attention on a book.
“Come on, someone’s got to deal with the unbraindead zombies,” I whined. “Alex? Adam?”
“Not even close,” Blondie said with a snort.