1) Because I love that movie, 2) because I like talumbus . . . so, 3) if inspiration strikes me, I will have a place to put these stupid drabbles
oh, zombieland is not mine :( :'( see those? those are faces that express my tender weepings and general melancholies :,(
this one's from a while ago. It's just random :( I really didn't think too too hard on where it's set in the plot . . . or where the girls are, but i think when i was writing it i was more focused on the characters :( I like to think i'm pretty keen on keeping characterizations right . . . am I?
and lol, subtle innuendo
"Aww - Shit." The teen hissed, wincing as he sat straight up. He received only a harsh laugh from the man still lying down beside him.
As he stood up to dress, he made a point to ignore the lazy amused blue eyes boring holes into his own. Gingerly he stepped into his jeans, cheeks blushing madly at the feel of the eyes no doubt glued to his backside. He only made to pause with a hiss when he moved a particularly sore part of his anatomy.
"Suck it up, Spit-fuck." The man drawled with another chuckle. Cheeks blazing, the teen whirled his head around in anger to find the man's back to him. If it was somehow possible, his cheeks got hotter at the broad back presented to him as the man pulled on his own clothes. As if feeling his Collie's eyes on him he threw back a grin. "We gotta Twinkie run today."
"Oh god, yes," Collie rolled his eyes sarcastically while simultaneously looking away bashfully. "I am so excited." The painful sarcasm was almost second nature to him by this point as he pulled on his hoodie. He turned and almost -almost- screamed, but only jumped with a squeak when he came face to face with the man's broad chest. He looked up almost angrily into the man's face at being startled, and met the man's grinning blue eyes with his semi-annoyed own. Something stopped him from being completely angry though; It had to do with the odd sort of expression on the mans face that kept him from being too, too angry.
"Glad you think so Collie." It was a husky almost-growl. Columbus almost -almost- whimpered. But he didn't have a chance to, because his mouth was muffled by that chest, and brawny arms wrapped almost tenderly around him.