Hello everyone! Sorry this one took so long. I had this chapter written, but when I got home I realised I hated what I had wrote and redid the entire thing. I like this version much better.

Sorry for updating so late though. I got back late Thurday, didn't go to sleep until 1:32 ish and didn't write this till today. I slept till noon, watched two movies till about like four then worked on this while doing stuff for my mom and clearing out most of my inbox.

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10: Drive

Columbus never liked driving. Sure he drove before when he had to, but that didn't mean that he liked it. If anything it terrified him.

And when it came to things that terrified him Tallahassee always could figure them out. The only problem was that he would never tell Columbus that he had figured them out.

As such, Tallahassee would figure out there had to be something behind Columbus' fears and attempt to find the reason behind them.

So when Tallahassee finally found out that Columbus was scared of driving, the kid barely went sixty miles-per-hour and seemed extremely shaky, he came up with the most devious way of figuring it out.

"You want to go where?"

Tallahassee rolled his eyes and repeated himself. "I wanna go to the office where I got my driver's license."

Columbus snorted. "Why? You going to get it renewed?" Tallahassee resisted the urge to smack the boy upside the head.

"No, I'm not going to get it renewed." Tallahassee could resist but mock Columbus at the end.

"Then why are we going?"

Tallahassee gave Columbus one of his charming grins causing the ex-college student to blush and look away.

"We're goin' 'cuz I'm bored and if this shithole ever goes back 'ta normal I wanna start over with a clean slate. No tickets or anythin'."

Columbus just sat there taking what Tallahassee in. "Ok…I guess we can go…"

"Good, 'cuz we were goin' anyway. I just decided not to tell ya till now."

Ohio grumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a compliment and insult at the same time and Tallahassee couldn't help but grin.

Step 1: Complete.

It took them three days driving at breakneck speed to reach Tallahassee, Florida. Well, the outskirts of the town at least.

After staying at a cleaned out motel (and doing some very M rated things) they pushed on. They didn't stop or go sightseeing, just headed straight to the driving office.

As they went through the front door Columbus couldn't help but read the words 'Apex Traffic School' imprinted in neat black letters (1).

After scoping the building out, surprisingly there was no one there, Tallahassee walked past the counter and kicked a door open.

"Ah-ha! Where are ya little fucker? Columbus keep watch while I try to find it!" He exclaimed while rummaging through files; throwing them on the ground when he found out they weren't his.

Columbus took up a defensive position behind the counter and began to chew on one of his hoodie strings. There was really no noise in the office except for Tallahassee's swearing and file tossing. It was only after Tallahassee threw an empty file cabinet on the floor that the zombies started showing up.

It made Columbus wonder how if zombies didn't have ears, well not much of them left anyways, how could they hear so well?

As the first one came crashing through the front door though, he realized that he didn't care so much. He quickly took a page out of Tallahassee's book and threw a stapler at the zombie, the creature being taken down by it and a shot in the head from Columbus' shotgun finishing the job.

"Tallahassee, hurry up! The welcoming committee just showed up and they don't look too happy!" Columbus fired a round as he spoke and was about to shoot them again when out of nowhere a force hit him, sending him sprawling and his gun clattering to the ground.

He now had one of the fuckers sitting on top of him. Once again taking another tactic from Tallahassee, he kicked the zombie off of him. He scrabbled for his gun and once he got it fired into the zombie's skull.

The sound of screeching from his left side made him turn. There were three more zombies, two of which he had hit before and another new one. He raised his gun to fire, but only heard a clicking sound.

Now was so not the time to remember that he didn't have any ammo on him and his shotgun only held two bullets. As the zombies advanced the word 'fucked' went through his head but he paid it no heed.

Nope, he was staring at a flying filing cabinet watching as it smashed into all three of them. Knocking them all over and effectively trapping and killing them.

"Strike! That's how you do it spit-fuck!" Columbus stared at Tallahassee as he came around the corner. Tallahassee had just thrown a filing cabinet, and it didn't appear like he had broken a sweat doing it either.

"Hey, something wrong? You didn't get bit did you?!" Columbus was still shocked.

"Hello! Tallahassee to spit-fuck!"

Tallahassee had picked up a filing cabinet and had thrown it like it was a paper ball or something. "You threw a fucking filing…like what the hell? You didn't even, that was just…"

Columbus then promptly fainted from shock.

Step 2: Complete…well kind of.

When Columbus came to the first thing he noticed was that his head hurt like a bitch, causing him to groan.

The second thing he noticed came from the first. He had a lovely revolver pointed at his head.

"You mind not pointing that at me?" Columbus asked while weakly pushing the gun away.

"Sorry Columbus, didn't know if you were a zombie or not."

"Why would I be a zombie? I didn't get bitten."

Tallahassee snorted. "I couldn't tell if you got bit or not. That tends ta' happen when you don't say anything and then pass out. You hit your head pretty hard on the floor too. I'm pretty sure I heard a crack and everythin'."

Columbus was quiet at that. Why had he been staring? "Oh yeah, I saw you throw a cabinet like it was paper and not even break a sweat."

"Wait…you mean that's what you passed out for? You were shocked…" Tallahassee was now attempting to control his laughter and was epically failing.

"It's not that funny." Columbus muttered and stared out the window. Where he saw small and familiar buildings rush by.

"Uh…Tallahassee, why are we in Texas?"

There was that grin again, but Columbus was fooled by it like last time. "Well, we got my papers so I thought that we might as well get yours too!"

"Oh and what are we going to do then? Compare them?" Columbus practically growled. "And how long have I been out exactly?"

"Two days, and that's a great idea! Let's compare them, it'll be like a competition!" Columbus had fallen right into Tallahassee's trap.

Columbus on the other hand was just staring at Tallahassee with a look of disbelief. He wanted to say something, but what could he? Ohio ended up just sighing and turned to look out the window. He wasn't talking to Tallahassee.

As the time rolled by rather quickly, Columbus soon found himself standing in front of his old driving school. He could barely read the faded words 'All Star Driving School' on the wall (2).

"Man is that a lame name for a driving school." Tallahassee remarked with a chuckle.

"Shut up, it was cheap and they let me skip a bunch of tests. I practically went in there and got my license for doing nothing but paying."

Once again the door was open and Columbus paused for a moment as he walked inside. "J-Just stay here would you?" Was all he said before going to the back. Tallahassee wanted to follow him, but the boy had been nice enough to wait for him so, why not repay the favor?

Unlike the close to thirty minutes it had taken Tallahassee, Columbus was only gone a few seconds before coming back out. The first thing Tallahassee noticed was that the folder seemed slightly larger than most. Suspicious.

Either way step 3 was complete. Now for the final stage of his master plan.

Dread weighed down on Columbus like a heavy cloud. Tallahassee was going to read his file. Damn, damn, damn. His parents hadn't even seen what was in the folder, not that they would have cared anyway.

As Tallahassee pulled into an empty driveway at an abandoned house, Columbus could put his worry aside. He couldn't be distracted, it might get him killed (not to mention it was Rule 39: Don't Get Distracted).

Pushing the issue aside and grabbing his shotgun and ammo, he jumped out of the car. Tallahassee armed himself with a revolver and lead pipe.

"Let's go spit-fuck! Zombie huntin' time." Tallahassee slammed open the front door, he didn't break it thankfully, and let out a whoop. The effect was instantaneous.

One female zombie ran out of the kitchen wearing what looked like the "perfect sixties mother" clothes. Tallahassee lifted up the lead pipe and once she was close enough smashed her head with it. Once she went down though, the carnage didn't end. He beat her head until it was a bloody mess.

"I'm pretty sure she's dead Florida."

"I know she is, I'm just makin' sure though." Columbus nodded and moved past Tallahassee into the next room. It was bare except for a sofa. Out of which a zombie jumped from behind of, or at least attempted to.

"Holy shit." Yep that sounded like a correct statement. Tallahassee had come into the room and they were now watching the rather obese zombie attempt to clamor over the sofa. It was an attempt because the fat bastard was stuck right on the middle of the back of the sofa, frantically trying to grab the sofa cushions in front of him with his short grubby hands while his legs flailed in the air behind him.

The zombie was stuck and the scene made Tallahassee chuckle and Columbus attempt not to laugh (it wasn't working). And at hearing the laughter it tried to move more, but it didn't help just made them laugh harder.

Columbus deciding enough was enough lifted up his shotgun and fired twice. Once the zombie was dead it flopped over the back end, ending up on the floor behind the couch with a smack.

Columbus burst out laughing at the sound. It felt good to laugh after so long.

"Well so you can laugh a real laugh and not just that nervous chuckle." Columbus stopped laughing and looked away. Tallahassee sighed, Columbus did this a lot and it worried him. He would do something, and then a comment about it would shut the kid up. He didn't like that someone had caused his spit-fuck to act that way.

Tallahassee lightly grabbed Columbus and pulled him close, pressing a chaste kiss to the younger boy's forehead. "You didn't have to stop, I like your laugh it's nice."

"T-Thanks." Ohio was obviously embarrassed and Florida let the boy out of his grip. The moment had been nice, but Tallahassee hadn't forgotten what his plan was. He would figure out why Columbus was afraid to drive.

They brought the weapons inside and barricaded the house. They settled down at the kitchen table across from one another, each had their folders on the table. They exchanged them at the same time.

Columbus saw that Tallahassee's folder was rather thin and popped it open. He found a bunch of documentation for the driver's license and one speeding ticket that had been voided. The explanation for it being voided was that Tallahassee had been delivering his pregnant wife to the hospital. Columbus closed the folder, set it down on the table, and was met by piercing blue eyes when he looked up.

Columbus avoided the gaze. "I don't want to talk about it." He left the table after those words and went into the bedroom. There was only one and it had only one bed, but they had agreed to share. Columbus slipped into his side. It wasn't long before Tallahassee was next to him, pulling Columbus closer.

"How bad was it?"

"You read the hospital report." Columbus found himself being turned over so he was facing Florida.

"That's not what I meant."

"It was nothing but an accident."

Columbus now found himself pinned under Tallahassee. "Being hit by a drunk driver who was going over eighty miles-per-hour then going to the hospital for a broken leg, shattered arm, two broken ribs, three bruised ribs, and head trauma is not just an accident."

"I lived didn't I?" Tallahassee rolled his eyes, but laid down beside Columbus and pulled the boy close once again.

"That's not the point…what did your parents say?"

Tallahassee felt Columbus fist the front of his shirt. He knew talking about Columbus' parents was a more than a little bit of a painful subject.

"They didn't say anything, they didn't even go visit me in the hospital. No card, no phone call, and I had to pay the bill."

Tallahassee felt anger at Columbus' parents again. It hadn't been the first time that Columbus had said that his parents had done something to him along similar lines.

Making their kid walk to and fro school (which had been ten miles away) no matter what the weather, not taking care of him when he was sick, telling him he couldn't have friends, and once they found out their son mostly liked boys (they refused to accept that he was gay, just that he was confused) they didn't allow him to do basically anything.

"It's why I'm scared to drive. I mean I know that there's practically nobody that can hit me, but still…" Tallahassee flinched, he somewhat wished that he hadn't come up with this plan, but it was done.

"Didn't mean to drag up the past Columbus."

"It's ok, it was going to come out sometime, but this way is better." Tallahassee nodded and started to stroke Columbus' hair. It always seemed to calm the boy down.

"Hey Collie" Ohio glanced up when Tallahassee used the affectionate name. "Remember that fat bastard today trying to get over the couch?"

Columbus burst out laughing. "D-Don't remind me." Another bout of laughter. "That was so funny, worst zombie ever."

"You're cute when you laugh." Tallahassee commented before kissing Columbus.

"Shut up and go to sleep." Columbus muttered.

"Alright, though I wonder if you fall off the bed if you'll make a smack like that guy did." Columbus buried his face into Tallahassee's chest in an attempt not to laugh.

After a while of trying to control his laughter, Florida wasn't helping with the jokes, Columbus finally fell asleep along with Tallahassee.

The next morning Columbus offered to drive. Tallahassee had to admit that the kid was a good driver now that he had gotten over his fear.

After all not even he was good enough to take a ninety degree turn going over eighty perfectly. He would later say that Columbus just knew the roads in the area better.

Ne, so did you enjoy it? I hope you did! I really enjoyed writing this.

(1) This school really does exist. I GoogleMaped it though and didn't really get a clear picture of the outside though so I kinda made up the name information. Also no, I don't know what the inside looks like.

(2) I apologize if I offended anyone who went there with my name criticism. I also GooleMaped this one, but couldn't find a sign anywhere so I made the name part up. Once again I have never been inside this one either. Also, the information I presented about this school is NOT TRUE I have no clue what the school is like, but just made something up about it. I again greatly apologize if anyone was offended because of this, I mean no offence whatsoever.

Up next I'm taking a change and I'm writing a one-shot inspired by a part in another one-shot. If you haven't read Wamble Gallimaufry by KyoSohmaLuver I most definitely recommend you do. They have fabulous and amazing one-shots. It's also the second chapter where my inspiration comes from so you might be confused about what my inspiration was if you don't read it.

~Kara