Chris
"What do I do?" Chris stares at the harmless strip of paper clutched in his terrified fingers. As much as you might think, he is not having an existential crisis. Nor is he contaminated by the fact that this single strip of paper is evidence of tree cruelty. #FreeTheTrees. No. Being one track minded as he is, he is instead horrified by the black lettered name scrawled in the centre of the paper. Ashley. "What do I do?"
"Bro," Josh rolls his eyes. Being the best friend he is, he is sprawled lazily at Chris' side, slamming his thumbs on the buttons of the X-box controller as he slices and dices his enemies through the flat screen television. His eyes don't even move to Chris. Instead he slams his pitchfork into a zombie's stomach. "Hah! Take that!" The zombie growls and splutters. "Just take her on a trip," he mutters between swings. Whether he is talking to the zombie or Chris is anyone's guess.
Chris has torn his gaze from the incriminating piece of paper and is now staring at his best friend. "What?" he blinks as if he's horrified at the expense of any said trip. "Where?"
Josh's face curls with mischief. He whacks another zombie over the head. "To the bone zone."
Chris groans. He sounds like the zombie. He throws the paper at Josh as if he's throwing the duty onto him. Not a responsible idea, Chris. Josh would probably buy her something very inappropriate.
"I'm serious, Josh," Chris crumbles back against the sofa, smothering his face with his hands. "I have to get her something she'll like."
Josh quirks one eyebrow, fingers scrambling on the controller. "I'm pretty sure she'd like my suggestion."
Chris jabs his elbow into Josh's side. Josh jerks, swearing as a zombie almost eats him. His thumbs clamber over the buttons. He lets out a breath as soon as he's finally recovered his winning streak.
"Bro," Josh strings out a long, bored sigh. It's probably contaminating the air with all his carbon dioxide. "She'll like anything you get her."
"But she won't know it's from me! That's the point."
Another eye roll from Josh. One day, they are going to roll out of his sockets and he's going to be rolling all the way to the ER.
"You think it's that easy?" Chris scoffs, setting his eyes on his best friend. "Who did you get?"
As easily as he breathes – and ruins the atmosphere – Josh just shrugs.