"Dan, don't you have to get back to your house soon? Phil might be worried." I pointed out when we had finished settling myself into the spare bedroom at PJ's. PJ had apologized that his roommate had forgotten so many things before they went back to their boyfriend and stuffed everything into the bag that was in the corner. I just couldn't believe PJ was being so nice to me a complete stranger but I think carrying Dan and Phil's spawn must have been a considerable factor in his offering.
It was now nearing nine o'clock and I feared Phil might get worried at the lack of Dan in their house. Dan looked uncomfortable then said "You're probably right." He said goodbye and left. PJ and I sat in the uncomfortable silence for a few minutes before asking what did I want to do?
"Well this is your place, what do you want to do?" I asked turning to him.
"No, no, you are my new roommate and I demand you decide." I laughed then thought.
"A movie sounds good but it's a little bit boring for a Sunday night, don't you think?" I confided.
"Depends on the movie." He winked before getting up and scanning through a collection on the wall nearest the TV. "This is a legend." He nodded before slipping the DVD into the player without my okay. "Believe me," He assured me as I felt my somewhat angry eyes looked at him. "You're going to love it."
As the movie began, I came to realize it was the zombie love story called 'Warm Bodies'.
"Oh, I love this movie." I gushed, "But I haven't seen it in ages." PJ looked shocked. "Sorry, I was getting implanted with someone else's baby over the past couple of months." PJ then looked awkward and crestfallen. "Sorry." I apologized for real this time.
"Not your fault, let's just watch the movie." He mumbled. But as the movie progressed we forgot all about the little spat and into the movie. PJ quoted while I cried at the film's climax.
"I forget how good that movie. was." I said wiping my eyes. "Bit of a cliffhanger though." I turned to see PJ thinking deeply about something; something disturbing, judging by the look on his face. "PJ?" I asked cautiously, he turned and smiled.
"What?"
"You seemed... Of of it there for a second. Are you okay?" He leaped up from the sofa.
"Never better, I was just thinking if I could survive the zombie apocalypse is all." He then strolled into the kitchen.
"Oh, is THAT all?" I called behind he, letting the worry go.
"You want some tea?"
"Yeah, that would be great thanks." I told him. I had a brilliant idea in that moment.
"Hey PJ?" I asked as I entered the doorway of the kitchen where he was putting the finishing touches in our mugs.
"Yeah?" He responded turning to me.
"You want to find out if you could survive, for real?" I asked pulling out the Nerf guns from behind my back. His eyes light up then glared at my own in a competitive way.
"You're on!" He grinned, grabbing on of the guns and charging into the living room forgetting about the tea entirely; which was no small feat, if I remembered correctly.
We ran around chasing each other like loonies. The rules were simple: once someone was hit, they were the tagger and the other person was the zombie. We played and ran for hours and hours until finally I fell to the floor breathless from running and laughing. PJ laid next to me and was being as shallowly as I was.
"That." I breathed. "Was immensely fun."
"Yeah." He grinned, then he rolled over to face me and I did the same. We stared at each other for fair too long before he spoke. "Why did you come here?" I was taken aback by the question and flattered.
"W-What do you mean?" I asked quietly.
"Dan told me how you had to rent out your womb because you lost your job. And now you're here with me." He blushed slightly but went on. "This surely wasn't the plan, was it?" I turned back over and faced the ceiling, thinking back to when I had used up the rest of my savings to come here because I thought I could be someone here. The delusion of British You Tubers, I guessed.
"I was suppose to make in this country, just like that." I snapped my fingers for effect. "And now," I looked down at my belly which had just begone to bloat. "Look at me." I was crying again when PJ reached over and pulled my chin to face him.
"I am." He stated plainly. I felt my face flush as he blushed.
How was it possible to be pregnant and have feelings for someone else? Or was that just the way things worked in the glorious British Empire?