Author's Note: How long has it been since my last update, like, two months?! I am so ashamed of myself. Well, it's not entirely my fault. Well, it is, but in a sort of not-my-fault kind of way. I'm writing a book on paper (so it won't be a fanfic) that I hope to publish. It's about a girl named Gwen, who starts her first day of middle school. She meets these two kids named Violet and Vaughn (yeah, the same Vaughn from Harvest Moon, but I changed up his personality and eye color), who she ends up being friends with. After school, they find a parallel world called Aslynn. There, they meet Ethan, the archer. They find out that there is an evil scientist on the loose and that they have to stop him.
But I don't wanna spoil the book, so I will say only this: if you see a book called Aslynn Princess by Vienna Schmidt one day, that's my book. I hope ya buy it!
Now for this story. Thank you to Anime Girl 593 for sending reviews that helped me regain my confidence in this story! So, here we go!
I couldn't believe it. Vaughn was a zombie right in front of me, but I couldn't believe it. Then the voice came again.
"Juliet has to kiss a zombie!" she sang. I almost blacked out.
"Jules..." Lanna began. "We all faced our fears. You have to face yours."
Then Skye spoke up. "Yeah, you wouldn't want Vaughn to be a zombie forever, would you?" I gasped at the thought of losing my best friend because I couldn't face a zombie. "I mean, he's still Vaughn. He hasn't changed on the inside," Skye continued.
I thought about this. Skye was right. The zombie was still Vaughn. I mustered up my courage, walked to the green, slimy, oozy zombie, leaned in, and... ran away screaming. Skye frowned and shook his head in disapproval. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the disgusting zombie while yelling, "I'm not gonna stay in this stupid haunted room cause you're acting like a three-year-old baby!"
I stared at the gruesome zombie. In a small burst of bravery, I planted a very quick kiss on his cheek and backed away.
The ugly zombie looked at himself, but, when he saw that nothing had happened, he made a woebegone face.
"Nuh-uh-uh!" the voice came again, obviously enjoying my moment of torture. "It's gotta be on the mouth, and it can't be quick."
I collapsed to the floor. When I looked up, the hideous zombie was crying. Black tears slipped down his face.
Then I realized: Vaughn was crying. Because that horrendous zombie was Vaughn. Crying was something he had never done before.
I felt awful for being such a coward, so I got up and walked to the gross zombie, making sure none of the yucky slime got on me. Then, against my better judgement, I put my mouth on his for about five seconds, shutting my eyes tight so that it wouldn't be so utterly disgusting.
When I opened my eyes, the zombie was no where to be found. In its place stood Vaughn. He had a blank expression on his face.
After a few seconds, he smiled. It wasn't a big smile, but it was a real one.
"Thanks," he said in a quiet voice. I nodded, as if to say you're welcome. But that cursed voice interrupted the moment.
"If you think that was scary, wait'll you see what's coming next," it said.
But, for some reason, I didn't care. Because I was with my friends. We were safe. And that was all that mattered.
Author's Note: Sorry it was such a short chapter. I have big writer's block. But in the next chapter will (probably) be: cabin fever, a monster, and a special moment between a former zombie and a zombie-phobic. So I guess you can look forward to that. And I'll try to update more often!
