Okay, well i hope you liked last chapter :)
oh oh oh, in this chapter you meet LILY! : D
But she's a crazy fuck cunt = B
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Miley's POV
"No, no alcohol." Mikayla says to me and takes the whisky bottle from my hands.
"Well, if i'm not having sex, and i'm not smoking, I want some form of entertainment." I say to her, and I can see her trying not to smile. I take it back from her hands.
"Look, this isn't some people fucking around with us Miley. These people are infected with a virus. Just hear me out, they attack humans, and are extremely angered and rage filled. They have red glowing eyes, and they can survive getting hit by a car. I'm really sorry to say this, but we're here stuck here with zombies. That's the disease. That's what the government is hiding in here." She tells me. I think about it all, then place the bottle back on the shelf.
She's right. How did I not see it before? I've seen tons of late night zombie movies.
"What are we going to do?"
"I told Jason to get some weapons from the sports store beside us. All we can do is kill them, and then move on until we figure out how to escape."
Hearing those words makes me re-grab the bottle and place it in the cart. Mikayla smiles, and I hunt out on a mission.
Cigarettes. I know it's a horrible habit, but it's all I have for pleasure. It's like a slow suicide, but I don't care.
I push the trolley along, till I reach the counter.
"Ahhh, i'm home my darlings." I say as I grab a plastic back full of cigarettes and cigars and grab all the Zippo lighters from the counter.
I feel a tap on my shoulder.
"AH!"
I turn around to see Nate with a shopping car filled with weapons. He has a couple metal baseball bats, a golf club, a cricket bat, a hockey stick, a javelin spear, and a couple of small guns at the bottom of the cart.
"Hello, my name is Nate. I'm selling all your main zombie killing weapons. We have everything from pitchforks, to ping pong mallets, would you like to purchase any?" He asks with an eyebrow raised just like an old fashioned sale clerk.
I giggle at his joke.
"Greetings, Nate, the names Miley and yes I do believe I would like to buy a weapon. What do you think would fit a pretty little girl like me?" I play along.
"Well, pretty lady, I think a small handgun would do you good." He says and takes one out of the bottom of the cart. He walks behind me and puts it in my hands. "Here's how you use it my darling." He takes it and places his hands around mine. "Just squeeze the trigger and that monster of a contraption coming towards to eat your brains is a goner my dear."
His body is pressed against mine, and I can see what he's trying to do. It's okay, he's harmless.
"Well, golly jee mister, you've been so helpful, how much is it?"
"For you my darling, just a kiss." He says and I raise an eyebrow.
"I think I can handle that price." I roll my eyes and lean in and kiss him.
I know I love Lily, but boy can he kiss.
I always thought I was bi, more than fully gay, and his lips just proved that to me.
It's not just a long peck, it's lips moving in sync, and hands slightly moving lightly across bodies.
His tongue licks my bottom lip asking for entrance, and I don't just grant it, I push my tongue into his mouth as well. Our tongues lightly massage and fight for dominance. His hands grab my waist and push me against the counter. My hands thread through his curly locks. His hands go under my shirt, and I let him. His hands are giving me goosebumps.
I break the kiss.
"Oh, boy, golly you can kiss mister." I say, and just look him over a bit.
"Well, thank you, I just hope i've been helpful." He smirks at my flushed face.
"You've been ever so helpful, how can I ever repay you?" I tease and press our bodies together.
He leans forward and whispers in my ear.
I take a step back, and see that he's grinning at me cockily.
"No." I say coldly and as I walk away I grab a baseball bat from the trolley. I would never ever do such a nasty thing to a guy i've just met. Ew, yeah, a kiss maybe, but not oral sex.
"Mikayla?" I shout through the store, unable to find her.
I walk down the necessity isle and grab a couple of shower gels, shampoo and feminine hygeine items.
As i'm about 10 steps away from the ending of the isle, I hear a growl.
I watch as a big, bloodied, massacred black guy walks into the isle, and stares at me.
WHY ME?
"Oh god." I place my bags on the floor and hold up my baseball bat. "Fuck off or I will kill you." I threaten it.
It just keeps walking forward and I try to think of how the fuck am I going to get out of this.
He jumps toward me and I thrash my bat wildly, but he just falls to the floor.
I stare at his body beside me that's bleeding a considerable amount for an undead person.
Looking up when your expecting Mikayla, or Jason, or even Shane, to have been your saviour, and seeing someone completely different is a shock. But when that person is your long lost, first and forever love, is a completely different story.
"Lily?" I gasp out. She looks at me, and for a second I see those pale blue eyes that once gazed into mine with love and affection, but they quickly disappear.
The machete in her hand gets twisted around, and she starts to flip it up and down, but now she's not staring at me, she's staring past me.
She moves towards me and raises the sword above her head.
I back up instinctively but catch my footing on the dead guy and fall over but she doesn't slice me up, she slams it into someone behind me.
I watch as the blade plunges into the head cavity of a female zombie behind me. Blood splatters and brains pore out, and all I can do is throw up in my mouth and watch Lily's moves.
I've never seen her so dominating, not even when she plays sports.
One time, when she was trying out for football, and I was a cheerleader, she got crushed. The other male players thought she was too good, and decided to play much too rough. She got a broken arm and broken nose, but the next time she saw that guy, she hit him in the face so hard with her arm cast that she knocked him unconcious. The guys knew not to fuck with her after that.
That was the first day we met. She was wheeled to the hospital, and I offered to keep her company on the ride there since no one was going with her.
Little did I know what we would end up doing after that. Making out in the bathrooms, skipping gym class to make out behind the bleachers and just making out everywhere which soon leaded to kissing in our bedrooms, and then on our beds, and then having sex. I don't know how, but everyone knew about us doing it.
She wrenches the blade from her head by holding onto the weapon and kicking the body away with her foot. She wears blue velvet shoes, grey sweatpants and an red v-neck jumper.
She's still the old Lily.
Lily takes my arm and helps me up.
"Run." She orders and pushes me away, trying to get me to move.
"No, not without you." I tell her firmly.
"More will be coming, and you won't be able to handle them alone." I was just entranced by listening to her melodius voice. I couldn't leave her now, I may never ever see her again, and i'm not willing to risk that.
Think you moron.
"I'm not alone."
"EYAHHHBLEACHHHH!" Is all we can hear throughout the store.
"Go." She begged me. I could see the sweat on her forehead and the stress in her words. "Please, just go and run as fast as you can." She pleads.
"Only if you come with me." I would rather die now than leave her just after i've seen her after all these years.
She was over thinking the idea but when we heard a crash of cans falling, and we turned to see one running at us.
"Everybody get out!" I can hear Mikayla scream throughout the store. Lily grabs my shirt and throws me in front of her.
"Oh shit!" I turn around the corner and ran up a different isle.
"Miley what are you doing?" Lily shouts.
"I forgot something!" I run down the isle and pick up my bags of stuff.
I'm the last out of the shop as we run to the cars with the fucking creatures of the dead following close behind.
I could see more uninfected people by us while I run to the Ferrari with Mikayla and Lily behind me. I open the door and about five people pile into the two seater.
I sit in the passenger seat with a ginger haired girl on my lap while Mikayla sits in the drivers seat with a dark haired girl in her lap and in the middle was Lily.
Mikayla started driving away and the guys soon followed in their Ford.
"The names Miley Stewart." I say to the girl sat on my lap awkwardly.
"Harper Finkle." She smiles awkwardly.
"Lily Truscott." Lily breathes out then looks down at her machete. I place my hand on hers and try to take it from her grip. She pulls back but lets me take it and place it down. I smile at her, and she looks away with tears in her eyes.
She still has her natural bleach blonde hair that I used to run my hands through and occasionally tug on softly with lustful pleasure. Her flawless pale skin is still shining brightly like the sand on the beach and her blue eyes still twinkle when the sun hits them.
I take her hand, and she lets me. I squeeze her hand lightly like she used to when I was scared or nervous.
"Mikayla Torres." Mik whispers, staring out into the grey cement roads that are challenging us silently with their endlessness.
"Mikky?" The girl on her lap asks as she takes her glasses and bandana that was over her face off. She pulls off Mikayla's hat and let's it fall beside them.
"Mitch." Mikayla gasps and the car immediatly stops and throws us forward.
Oh, my fuck, it's Mitchie. Her wife.
I watch as Mikayla takes Mitchie's face in her hands and stares into her eyes. It's a still, calm peaceful moment.
"I thought I would never see you again." Mitchie breathes out.
"Me too, but we're here now, and I don't intend to waste a second." Mik replies and kisses her.
I'm not intranced by their kissing, but by how much love they have for each other. They've been apart for the better part of 12 hours, and they greet each other like they haven't seen one another in years.
Lily is looking at them too and I can't help but think of that time we kissed in her first car. It was such a shitty little sports car, but it had a lot of memories.
"Remember when we-" I start to say to her, but she turns to me.
"No." She cuts me off and grabs the machete from the floor. "I want out."
"Don't let her." I tell Mikayla and she does as I say and locks the doors. I don't know how she did it since she's just been kissing Mitchie for this whole time.
"Let me out." She growls and then brings the machete dripping in blood up to my face.
"Like you said Lillian, you can't fight them alone." I chide back while pushing the blade out of my face. She hates it when someone says her whole name.
She doesn't reply. She just slugs back into her seat.
"Umm, hey, guys, can you stop making out long enough for us to get somewhere somewhat safe?" I tease.
Mikayla just holds up her hand and pulls Mitchie closer to her. Her face is in Mitchie's collarbone and her hands are around her back, centimetres above her butt.
Mik unlocks the doors and crawls out with Mitchie still around her hips.
She waves the guys over.
"Hey, so you and Harper are gunna take the Ferrari and me, Mitch, Lily and Miley will take the mini van." She says to Jason.
"What mini van?" Lily asks.
Mikayla raises an eyebrow.
"Oh no, here we go again." I whine.
...xXx...
It's pink. The whole freaking mini van is a bright, neon pink. The seats are pink, the paint job is pink and even the dashboard is pink.
"I'm on a pink overload." Lily jokes and I giggle but she quickly turns away.
I just wish it was the old days when I would come home and she would greet me with a big makeout session and groping and then sit down and have dinner, then watch a movie but not even watch it cause we were too busy getting it on, on the couch.
Lily's driving, i'm in the passanger seat while Mik and Mitch are kissing passionately in the back.
"How's life?" I ask Lils.
"I've been married twice, now divorced twice, and i'm engaged. No kids since the marriages never lasted longer than a month. I work as an accountant and George runs his own garage fixing bikes and cars. I live in Texas. That's life. That's all that has happened. You?"
"Oh. Umm, I uhh, i'm a lawyer. I live in New York. That's all."
"That's it?" She asks and looks at me suprised.
"Eyes on the road." I order and cross my arms. She does, but asks again.
"Is that really all?"
"Yes! I've been one lonely fuck since you left. I don't date, and my life is my career. Happy to hear you ruined me?" I shouted.
I could hear shuffling in the back and looked to see Mikayla and Mitchie with swollen lips and ruffled clothes staring at me, shocked at my words.
"Go back to groping each other." I say, and Mik shrugs but Mitchie pushes her away and listens to us.
"No, i'm not. You should have moved on Miley."
"You left in the middle of the night, no note, no call, just out of the blue and you want me to move on? I thought for years that maybe I meant nothing to you, and still think that. I thought about every reason for years, and then I figured it out. You left cause I wouldn't come out to my father. Well, guess what? One night after you left, he died. I didn't get to tell him. You had left me and so had my father, so I didn't really know what to do! I was a wreck for months and even years! How could I ever move on after all of that?"
"I didn't know." She whispered.
"Yeah, you didn't know. And now, we're here, locked like rabbits forever in this cage, and I have to spend it with the one person who broke my heart, but I still love." I slump down in my seat, just realizing what I told her. "I must seem pathetic to you. After all these years, you've moved on and lived, and i've just stayed the broken old Miley Stewart who wasn't brave enough to tell her family that she was in love with another girl."
"No, your not. You were in love, and love gives you hope. I never ever truly moved on either, but I forced myself to keep moving. I never meant to break your heart. I thought it would help you. You wouldn't love me anymore and you would find a guy who treats you nicely and you like him and then you would fall in love, and even though it wouldn't have been me marrying you, I would be happy cause you wouldn't have been rejected by people thinking your irregular or wrong."
"I can see what your saying, but your the only think I ever need in life. Everybodies know's im gay, or bi or whatever I am. I'm proud of it, and i'm not afraid to shout it to the world."
I take her hand and lean in. I get to graze my lips over hers. and my breath hitches but we're interupted by a loud smash.
A crazy ass zombie hits the back window and smashes it.
"Be right back." Lily says and jumps out, machete in hand.
"No, no, no." I jump out as I see tens of zombies coming at her. It's a trap.
These people are dead, how the hell can they even think of this?
I pull the small handgun out the back of my pants and shoot the fucking bitch in the head. It's recoil slams my arm back and hits the car window.
"Fuck!" I shout and Lily looks at me, hand grasping my wrist.
"Get in the car." She rolls her eyes and hops into the pink van.
While driving away she gets Mitchie to drive and inspects my wrists.
She turns it over but the car suddenly swerves and me and her roll into the window.
I'm crushed under her body, and I really wouldn't mind, except for my wrist is throbbing in pain.
"Can't you drive straight?" We shout at Mikayla's lover, but it's obvious why she can't when we look at her.
Mikayla is giving her a hickie on her neck and is slowly moving her kisses lower to her breasts.
"Mik! Stop it!" I can't believe how much she can't be apart from her. She tears away from her body and looks visibly sad.
"Okay, let's check this wrist." She says and bends it up and down. "It's not broken, it's just a strain, probably twisted."
"When did you get so knowledgeable? This used to be me, wrapping up your cuts and bruises."
"I took a course in nursing. I was, umm, kind of lost about what to do when I left, so I tried a lot of things."
"So, did you pass the course?"
"Yeh, I passed them all, but I just didn't like any of them that much to stick with it."
"Watch out guys, this road's bumpy." Mitchie warns.
We got ready for what we thought would be a little bit of rocking back and forth in the back seat.
Nuh uh.
The car fell what felt like 10 feet and we flew up and hit our heads on the roof.
"Bitch tits!" Someone shouts. *Cough Mikayla Cough*
And I was right when I heard Mitchie shout and tell her off saying 'Watch your language'.
"Oh, so, she wears the pants in the relationship?" Lily teases.
"No!" Mik argues.
"Guys, it's bumpy again!" Mitch shouts.
Me and Lily are thrown forward and then flown back. I hit her body and pin her underneath me. The car bumps one more time and turns us over.
We're on the seats, spread out. Lily's on top of me.
"How long has it been since we've been like this?" She breathes out.
"Too long." I whisper. My voice is thick and heavy and my breathing is erratic.
Our faces our so close I can feel the heat radiating from her. I press our cheeks together and put my hand on her back.
We're not kissing, and we're not doing anything sexual, we're just remembering each others feel. I can hear and feel her breath in my ear.
I pull back to look into her eyes and I grazed her nose with mine like we always use to.
Her smile grew and I squeezed her tighter in my embrace.
I flicker my gaze between her eyes and lips.
I try to press our lips together for the first time in years, but she pulls away.
Looking at her now shows a different story. Her face is cold. Stone cold.
"George is a good man." She tells me. Stupid fucking fiance.
Her body on mine now feels odd and wrong. It feels heavier and more dominant.
"Get off of me." I say and try to push her off, but she doesn't let me. Her arms pin and hold me down. I'm actually suprised by how much strength she has gained since she left. "You can't do that to me. You can't be the old Lily and then be a bitch and hurt me, then not let me go."
She leans down to my ear, and I can feel her hot breathe on me.
"I can do whatever I want." She whispers and jumps off.
The car stops.
"We're here." Mikayla announces cheerfully, but when she looks at me, her smile drops.
I'm in the corner of the car, arms around myself, and head down hiding my silent tears.
Why can she do that to me? But more importantly, why do I let her?
"What did you do to her?" Mikayla screams at LIly. Lily just smirks and jumps out of the van.
Mikayla in her anger, follows.
"What did you do?" She shouts and follows the weapon bearing Lily.
Shit. I got out of the car and raced behind them with Mitchie taking up the rear.
"I taught her a lesson and put her in her place."
"Fuck you! She loves you, and you left her! You're just one big fucking cowardly asshole!" She shouts.
Lily turns around, machete swinging as fast as lightning. Mikayla ducks and punches her in the stomach.
This can't end good.
Lily swings down and Mikayla dodges to the side and steps on her hand, getting her to drop the oversized blade.
Lily tackles her down and starts choking her.
Mitchie starts running at them, but she's too far away.
So I start running.
I don't want to have to hurt her, but she's going to kill Mikayla.
But before I can even get there Shane wraps an arm around her neck, cutting off her air, and drags her away.
Mitchie and I reach Mikayla whom is coughing on the floor.
"Babe, babe, are you okay?" Mikayla nods and I can see her tears. Mitchie sits on the floor and takes her into her arms.
I crumble beside them.
Nate and Jason come running.
Nate kneels by me.
"Are you okay?" He asks.
I just nod and place my arms around his neck and start crying into his shirt.
"Okay, hold on, we'll take you somewhere to sleep." He picks me up and walks me to a building.
" *sniff* where are we? *sniff* ?" I ask him.
"We're at Mikayla's old house. She gave us directions here and she said it's all safe to sleep here. Some of us are going to get food and some are getting other stuff like entertainment. Tomorrow we find a walmart and set up shop there."
I just nod and continue my odd sniffles. He takes me to the back bedroom.
He sits me down on a chair and pulls some sheets out of the closet.
"So, where do you live?" He smiles, making a convo.
"New York. Around Brown Road." I say and try to stop my sniffling. It's so embarassing.
"Me too, I live opposite the Empire State building."
He makes the bed and picks me up and puts me on it.
Nate drags a duvet over us and looks into my eyes.
He leans in and pecks my lips.
"I really like you, so i'm going to ask you, will you be my girlfriend?" He whispers.
Should I? Does he just want sex? Or does he actually like me?
What about Lily? Will she go crazy? Or would she actually care?
"Yes." I agree. He kisses my lips, and I can't help but like him with those soft lips of his.
"Hey you guys!" Shane shouts. We stop kissing and look at him over the duvet. "Oh, okay, sorry for interupting."
"No, it's okay, nothing was happening." I said and he nodded and left.
Our lips locked again. I wanted it to stay soft, and smooth but he obviously wanted it hotter and more how should I say? Moving faster than I wanted.
His kisses came sloppier and then proceeded to move down my neck.
My mind was clouded and my stomach was flip and flopping.
His hands seeked entrance to my shirt. He pulled it up and over my head.
Nate's hands lifted me up and put me on top of his hips and his hands directed my head back down to his lips. His hands quickly unclasped by bra without me even knowing, and my chest was revealed to him. I could feel whatever was under his pants stiffen.
"I umm, I think we're moving too fast." I whispered as I broke the kiss, hands covering my bare breasts.
"Okay, i'll just leave you to sleep." He says and pecks my lips.
"Goodnight." He whispers.
"Night."
He walks out and I fall sleepy. It's been a long day. I got kidnapped and put into a zombie infested wasteland where I met good people, and Lily once again where she tried to kill my friend and had to be dragged away. Where I got a boyfriend and now I rest in Mikayla's house.
I look up at the ceiling where little glow and the dark stars shine brightly.
I feel my eyes become heavy, and I can barely keep them open.
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Okay, dont hate me cuz their dating, they dont date for long.
i hate nate D : he makes me crazy
