(Slowly Rewriting) Arranged Marriages never work!

[11]Arranged Marriages NEVER Work! Especially if You're Marrying a PREP!

So it's been awhile and I'm sorry. I know Momma's bein abusing and crap but still, be nice to me. It's Spring Break so I'm gonna work as hard as I can to think up new ideas and put them in a way so that James and Ashley can become more of a couple. Momma apologizes and promises to post soon :(D   <=== it's a moustache guy

-Momma

A.K.A. Maya

School. The word resonated in my somewhat empty skull, echoing a bit. Great. James continued staring at the laptop screen as if my going to school with him didn’t bother him one bit.

“My mom says we’re going the day after tomorrow. That’s a Monday, so we have tomorrow to do whatever we want to,” he explained. “Maybe we can go to the beach.”

I looked up from his hard, but comfortable, shoulder and shook my head faster.

“No! I hate the beach. The sand gets EVERYWHERE,” I say. Even though I would probably KILL to see James without a shirt and dripping ocean water off that beautiful chest, I didn’t feel comfortable being in public around this prick. Even IF he did technically already see me naked. Damned shower accident. “Maybe we can go to the mall.”

I was surprised why I wasn’t so angry that I would be going to school. More irritated, definitely, but not angry. Huh. James gave a once over of my clothes. All black baggy shirt and shorts that stopped mid-thigh.

“The mall would be good. I can buy you clothes that would actually look good on you,” he said, and I came this close to flicking his ear. He continued. “We could spend the first half of the day there, and then we could have a picnic at a park.” He shrugged. “You know, get to know each other better.”

“Alrighty,” I agreed.

“The mall might not be full considering it’s a Sunday, but I’m sure we’ll have fun, nonetheless.”

“Okay,” I answered and we lapsed into silence. I put my head back on his shoulder and was surprised by how warm he was. It was a flirty move but I wasn’t trying to woe him into anything right now.

Right now, I wanted to go on my Mac. I sat up straight and got off the bed to get it. I felt his eyes boring into my back the whole way to the closet. After retrieving it, I went back into the bedroom and saw the bed empty. Just then the shower turned on. Sweet. Alone time.

Propping myself on the bed, I flipped open the Mac and automatically turned my music on shuffle.

Outnumbered by The Devil Wears Prada comes on first. Zombies. The whole idea turns my stomach. They are the only things I am deathly afraid of. The idea of the dead coming back to life….

I silently listen to the intro:

Outnumbered                                                                                                                                                                                         

The virus has completely devastated over 150 of the world’s major regions and is spreading rapidly

At this point in time, we know only of one method of killing the creatures: destroying the brain

Be on the guard of any loved ones that may have been recently in contact with the infected

And if you do find yourself out in a threatening position, please, do not hesitate to act.

This is not a test

This is not a joke

We as a species are overwhelmed, we are outnumbered.