Zombpocalypse in the Making

Chapter 8~ Were You Safe?

AUTHORS'S NOTE:
ATTENTION: OKAY so I know this isn't the longest chapter, and it jumps from POV to POV, but that is on purpose. I don't like doing multiple points of view in one chapter, but I feel it is the only way to truly show you what goes on in everyone's mind. Hope you like it, and I'm trying to post on a schedule now, since it is summer, but between anime and babysitting, I may not have the time. Just kidding. So, the rotation should be just about every other Wednesday.

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Zombpocalypse in the Making

Chapter 8~ Were You Safe?

James' POV

Chrysanthemum and I stepped out into the sunlight from the dark shade of my house - yes I did just go 'the Outsiders' for a moment there - two things were on my mind: my parents, and Chrysanthemum's hand that was gripped gently in mine. Her palm was soft, and I loved the way her velvety skin felt on my own, slightly rougher, palm. It was a welcomed change, and one I probably thought more of than she did. She probably didn't even realize we'd kept holding hands all the way outside, but if that was the case, I wasn't going to be the one to point it out. She'd probably snatch her hand away if I did, and it kind of hurts when that happens. I mean, was I not good enough for her?

I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind, continuing toward the truck and the guys. I stopped in front of a green looking Bryan. "Are they alright, man?"

I nodded, a smile forming. "Yeah. They're alright. We just need some help getting the weapons."

I started to turn us around, but Chrysanthemum pulling on my hand stopped me. "Could you two go get some really quickly? I need to talk to James a little bit."

Both the boys' heads turned to look at me in surprise, and then dropped their line of sight to our tangled hands. Kenny looked mad as he nodded, and Bryan looked genuinely happy. Bryan bounced joyfully into the house, Kenny sulking in behind him. I couldn't understand why Kenny was acting this way. I turned to Chrysanthemum with a small, nervous smile. She smiled back. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

Her eyebrows rose as she looked at me in disbelief. Her smile growing, she bit her lip, lifting up our hands that were practically glued together, they were so close. My smile grew as well.

"What?" I questioned, stepping to face her fully.

"I realized your parents may think you lied to them earlier." She laughed a bit, "You told them I was your friend and now here we are, holding hands. We kind of held hands for quite a while in front of them as well."

My face reddened as I realized she was right: my parents had seen us holding hands. It wasn't so much that we were holding hands, but that they saw us holding hands. They were my parents, for Pete's sake! I thought about pulling my hand away, but immediately decided better. If she was embarrassed she would've pulled away by now. I only gripped her hand a bit tighter in reply. Her smile grew as a faint trail of red dusted her lightly freckled cheeks. And like I expected, she didn't move away.

The thing that did surprise me, however, was that she stepped closer, releasing my hand to hug me, and her arms draped loosely around the back of my waist. I was shocked before I reacted, a smile of my own forming as I pulled her tighter to me. I couldn't help it. For this gorgeous girl to be hugging me, it had to be my imagination. I mean come on. The only reasons she'd do that is if she liked me, or... Or I was friend-zoned. Oh God, please don't let it be friend-zoned.

She pulled away with a shy smile, looking up at me through her eyelashes. "You know, I didn't accept to go on that movie date with you just because you were helping me out..."