AN: Thanks to all of our readers for faving, reviewing, ect ect. Much appreciated! And Trippyfalls had a good point about the majority of Left 4 Dead fanfics being slashes! I was looking for a good Ellis fanfic and I only found, what, five non-slash stories out of eight pages . What has the world come to? T_T
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Happiness Is Not a Smoking Gun -6- Shopping
The five walked down the street, fully rested and patched up. All was silent, until the pregnant girl erupted in a fit of laughter. She quickly covered her mouth to keep quiet, but the puzzled looks on the other survivor's made the task rather difficult.
"What'so funny?" Ellis asked curiously.
The rest of the group watched as she lowered her hand. She still had a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.
"Well, I just noticed that since we left the reserve, we've all been wearing our pajamas."
None of the others found it quite as comical as she did, but Ellis humored her a slight chuckle. They did, however, look down at their attire. Coach, Sophie, and Nick were in similar apparel, all in loose pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt. The only difference being that Sophie was drowning in her red, silk bottoms. If not for the intensely tied string on them, they would have fallen. Cas had also been wearing pyjama bottoms, but chose to wear a tank top instead. She had decided that since the baby bump wasn't going away anytime soon, she wouldn't worry about hiding it.
The only one who differed from the rest was Ellis. For sleeping, he felt more comfortable with just his boxers and a t-shirt. Cas couldn't help but poke at his side teasingly. He just flushed and stood behind her, holding her hands away from himself.
"We could always go for a shopping trip," Sophie suggested. "It's not like we won't pass some form of clothing store."
Everyone exchanged nods and moved on. Their next stop—a clothing store.
"Here, try this one!" Cas called as he held up a red shirt in front of the hick.
On closer inspection, Ellis noticed the Midnight Rider's logo on the front...then the size.
"I don't think it's gonna fit," he mumbled, making sure not to upset her.
"Yeah, yeah. That's what she said," she shot back with a smirk. "Just try it."
With a reluctant sigh, he threw on the shirt and waited for her opinion. He secretly hoped he wouldn't have to wear it.
"Not bad," she informed with a low whistle.
As she turned away to find a shirt of her own, a smirk crept onto his lips. Maybe he could live with it after all.
"Hey Ellis? Does this shirt make me look pregnant?"
His jaw dropped slightly at her question. He didn't know how to answer.
Sophie glanced over at the pair across the store as Cas (yet again) burst into laughter. Apparently, having almost lost her life hadn't dampened her mood.
"What about this one?"
She turned her attention to Nick, raising a brow at the skimpy shirt in his hand. Without a word, she took the shirt from him and took a few steps away before turning her back and changing into it.
"How is it?" She asked as she turned around to face him.
Noting his wandering eyes, she walked forward, a certain seductive strut to her step. She stopped a few feet in front of him.
"Looks good," he confirmed with a grin.
Sophie flashed him a smile. "Good, because I was just thinking this hoodie would look great with it."
Nick felt his lip twitch slightly. She spun to walk away, but the conman was quick on his toes, easily able to grab her around the waist and pull her back.
"Fucking tease."
Coach grumbled at the interactions between the couples. He wasn't a cold hearted man (not in the least), but ever since he had become the fifth wheel, it left him rather envious. Before the apocalypse, he had been happy with his wife, but she had been lost to the infection. Actually, he wasn't too sure about what happened to her, but when he had first been informed about the infection, he was at the school. When he got home, his wife had already left, taking the car and their son with her. Yes, he had a family; one that he loved dearly. It was not as if he had given up hope, but instead, he was waiting. Waiting for the day they'd cross paths. Until then, he had his fellow team mates; his new family.
"Heads up!" Nick called out.
The group dispersed in a matter of seconds. In place of where they had been standing, a zombie landed on the ground, its body splattering against the sidewalk.
Everyone's attentions turned upwards to the skyscraper beside them.
"Shit, looks like it's raining men," Cas commented.
Sophie groaned at her friend's statement. "That's what I was afraid of."
After the third zombie had taken the leap of faith at the survivors, they opted to search for a vehicle. There was bound to be at least one with gas.
"Any luck?" Coach asked hopefully.
Both Nick and Ellis shook their heads as they returned from the vehicles on either side of the road. They had been searching for at least another half hour, coming out empty handed. They were able to add another seven zombies to the kamikaze list.
"Guys!"
The group rushed forward towards Sophie's shout of excitement. Once around the corner, all jaws dropped. Not only had the girl found a car, but it was a Porsche. A stunning, hot cherry red Porsche.
"Holy—it's Christmas!" Ellis announced in utter exhilaration.
He raced forward and reached for the front door, instantly withdrawing as an infected shot at him from the inside.
"Wha? Why's he get'ta drive?"
Cas sighed and patted his back when he returned.
"Nick, go get that zombie out of there," Sophie instructed.
"But-"
"Or our marriage is over."
The man groaned openly and marched towards the vehicle, momentarily pausing at the girls side.
"Did we not just have a heart to heart moment?" He asked in displeasure.
Sophie shrugged. "We did, and we'll probably have another one later. Now go do it."
"I call driving!" Ellis announced.
The blonde stopped him in his tracks and blocked the front door.
"Sorry, but I'm driving," she informed matter-of-factly.
"But yewr hand's hurt," he retorted.
Sophie didn't waver, keeping a stubborn look on him. Without a word, she balled a first and threw it into his gut. After that, she strolled over to the Porsche and sat in the driver's seat.
It took him a second to recover (mostly from the shock), then he looked over at her with a new idea.
"I call shotgun!"
Before he could even take a step forward, Cas cleared her throat.
"There's no way I'm getting in the back of that car with Nick and Coach," she warned.
A pout formed on the hick's lips. He would comply though. He had to.
"It's all yers, Nick."
With a smirk, the man walked past him and opened the door. "Your seat awaits, Overalls."
Ellis took Cas' hand and walked over to the passenger's side where they could enter.
"Jimmy Gibbs Junior was a bett'r ride," he mumbled spitefully.
Cas cleared her throat again, earning a snicker from Sophie.
"Didn't know you swung that way," the blonde commented.
The pout he had been supporting turned into a frown. "Now Sophie, yew know I a'int into that sort'a thing."
The group chuckled at his response and entered the vehicle. Everyone knew the girls were only pulling the hick's leg. The point was, they finally had a vehicle.
They were getting out of the city.
FN: Aww, poor Ellis. I just noticed after re-reading this chapter, but the Jimmy Gibbs comment works with the author note for this one XD lol, anyways, out of the city and onto the highway!