The freaking zombie apocalypse. (Boyxboy)

26.

When I woke up, I was blinking confusedly at the fact that Kenny was nowhere to be found.

We stopped at a police station, and found the meeting room there to be the perfect place to spend the night. It wasn't as comfy as sleeping on a bed, but huddling together for warmth wasn't so bad. However, I found myself cold and alone and I wanted to know why. I didn't like it.

"Kenny?" I called out trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes. "Kenny where the hell are you?"

No answer.

There was no need to panic. I have always known that he was a disgusting morning person, and he probably got bored and found something else to do. So when I tried to move from my place and go look for him, I found my self to be yanked back in place by something.

When I looked down, I was that my wrist was handcuffed to a metal cabinet.

The annoyance I felt was immeasurable as I found my murder plans to become more detailed and appealing.

I huffed letting myself relax back against the cabinet before my eyes fell on a very old and maddeningly hot companion. So round, so blue, and filled to the brim with discarded paper.

The handsome Mr. Trashcan.

"We meet again, my love." I batted my eyes at him trying my best to sound flirtatious and cute. After all, we had history. "How have you been?"

Cold and mysterious as always, Mr. Trashcan replied with nothing but silence.

Playing hard to get has always been a game he was good at.

Rawr.

"Talk to me, sweet thing. You know there's no-one else." I whined rattling the handcuffs in a feeble effort to free my wrist. "Kenny means nothing, you know that!"

He didn't look like he believed me. Mr. Trashcan was too smart for my lies.

"I am only with him because of his face, you know that! You're different."

At this point I don't know if he was giving me the cold shoulder or not. He was just too round for me to tell if I was talking to his face or back.

But damn, he's sexy.

"If only all inanimate objects were like you." I sighed looking down sadly, and that's when I heard footsteps approaching.

It was Kenny holding a drawer detached from its place and it was filled with something I couldn't see from where I was sitting. I looked at him in confusion and he returned that confusion right back at me.

"Who were you talking to?"

My eyes fell on Mr. Trashcan before going back to him. "Myself."

"Right, okay. Seems like a mental asylum is our next stop." He said placing the drawer right beside me and I noticed that it was filled with keys. "There's something you should know."

Already guessing what he was going to say, I stared at him flatly. "What."

"I let my intrusive thoughts win." He said gesturing at my handcuffed hand and I couldn't say I was surprised. "You might be here forever."

"Oh no," I said wryly before I grinned up at him. "I am all tied up and helpless. Anyone can take advantage of me."

"Roddy." He warned but I continued. Gotta make Mr. Trashcan jealous as I pulled Kenny closer by his shirt.

"You can't say this wasn't one of your intrusive thoughts." I told him bumping our noses together and he took this as a chance to capture my lips in a kiss. I found my free hand on his jaw and my thumb caressing his cheek as I kissed him back.