Sorta spoilers for the movie Passengers. And my own personal opinions on the movie sorta peppered in. XD

What the Hey

Zach walked back inside his dorm room, smiling just as goofily as Owen did, he knew. A couple of his classmates looked at him oddly. He hurried back to his room and pulled his phone out. He plugged it in right away. If Owen was going to text him later, he wanted to make sure his phone had a full charge. Just in case they ended up texting all night again. Which he kind of hoped they did.

So in preparation for that, Zach took a quick nap, his phone on his pillow by his ear.

Just in case.

But it was barely an hour later when his phone buzzed. Zach quickly snatched the phone from his pillow and pulled it close to his face. He rubbed at his eyes and sat up. New Text from Owen. The display read. Zach smiled and opened his messages.

I'm sooooo booooored.

Zach rolled his eyes as he typed a response. Where are you?

That Italian place down town.

Zach laid back down on his bed. Where's your friend?

Across the table from me. Came Owen's quick answer.

Zach blinked at the phone. You're texting while he's at the table?

He's boring me!

Owen that's rude!

He can't help being boring. Just his personality.

That was not what he meant. Zach rolled his eyes and shook his head as he typed. Not him. You. You're being rude.

There was a pause before Owen responded. But I need to talk to you!

Zach smiled. About what? He didn't get an immediate response. Zach set his phone down. Then he sat up and stretched and eased off his bed. He grabbed a can of soda and popped it open. He sipped on it as he sat back down on his bed and picked his phone back up.

Owen finally responded. The movie.

Zach took another drink and then reached over to set the can on his night stand. You want to talk about the movie? He typed.

Yes! It was creepy.

Zach smiled. It wasn't bad.

I thought they like... both woke up or something.

Zach tilted his head, thinking. He couldn't exactly remember the movie trailers.

Owen sent another text before he could reply. That part where she's screaming about murder? Dude. What the hey!

Zach wrinkled his nose and shook his head. Such a dork. He vaguely remembered that. Maybe. Mostly, he just remembered watching Owen. What would you do?

Die alone and miserable. Owen typed quickly.

Seriously?

Say I pick a random person from the passengers. There's no guarantee that person's gonna like me back.

Zach smiled and shook his head. Come on. Like anyone wouldn't like you.

What if that chick had been a lesbian?

Zach laughed softly to himself at that. Would have been a shorter movie.

Or engaged or married or dating someone else on the ship? Owen continued on.

You're thinking about this too much. Zach typed back.

There's just no way of knowing!

Zach rolled his eyes again and shook his head. He is pretty hot.

... hotter than me?

Zach smiled broadly and ignored the question. What if you met the person before?

Like how long before? Owen asked.

What if it were me and you?

Owen's reply took a bit longer. Still would die alone. Wouldn't wanna condemn ya to death.

Zach laughed at that. Where are you now? Are you still ignoring your friend?

Haha. Yeah. He's driving. Headed to a bar to get drunk.

You're old.

Dude. THAT's rude.

Zach smiled. Have fun being an adult. Zach plugged his phone back. Then he got something to eat and worked on his paper and studied for his exam. Boring stuff that didn't include Owen and really sucked. And after a few hours, his phone beeped again. Zach closed his text book and pushed it away as he reached for his phone.

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Zach stared at the text message. He tilted his head and tried to decipher the obvious drunk texting. But it wasn't registering in his head right. What?

Pciture. Owen typed back. PICTURE!

A picture? Zach tilted his head. Why?

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