The Chicken Zombies

Chapter 20-- Shakira Gets Her Wish

"How is she still asleep?" pondered Noah, motioning to Shakira's unconscious body drooling on the pillow. "She literally slept more than the rest of us all of yesterday, she slept nearly the whole night, and now it's almost eleven o'clock and she's still out!"

"Yeah, Shakira needs like eleven hours of sleep a night to function. On a good day she gets twelve and a half," Dante explained.

"I only got six, thanks to her wonderful kicking," said Abi, glaring at Shakira.

"Oh, yeah, tell me about it," Ace agreed. "One point she'd be cuddling with me, the next she's kicking me in the nuggets."

Dante snorted, "Ha, nuggets."

"So really..." Hillbilly said. "Are we just going to let her sleep all day?"

"No, I'll get her up." Dante took a breath. "Watch this." She leaned close over Shakira. "Shakira, I made bacon," she sang.

Shakira sprang up. "Did you really?"

"No."

And then, Shakira grabbed her face, covering her eyes. "OWWWWW," she wailed.

Abi put a hand on her back. "What is it?"

"I slept with my contacts in all night!"

Ace rolled his eyes. "You knew this already! You literally already complained about this when you woke up because of Pierre!"

"SHUT UP, BRIT! Does anyone have any saline solution?"

"I'm sure the lobby does," Abi said. "Dante, come with me?"

"Sure."

The two girls (well girl and Dante) walked the hallway before Abi pulled Dante close. "I really really like Noah but don't know how to tell him. What should I do?"

"Ah, I knew you didn't want to hang out with me because of my wonderful personality." Dante shook her head. "You wanted my advice."

"Well yeah. And I haven't actually gotten to spend any one-on-one time with you other than when I saved your life."

"Okay, you want my advice, here's my advice." Dante pressed the elevator button. "Just ask him out."

Abi scoffed. "Dante, I've literally known him a day. I can't just ask him out!"

"What? I did after knowing Hillbilly for four hours!"

"Okay... but Dante, Noah and I are different from you and Hillbilly."

"That's fair. You're both nowhere near as attractive as Hillbilly and I, and you guys are way less romantic," Dante decided.

"Whatever. So how do I tell him that I like him?"

"Get him alone, ask if he's single, and then just tell him how you feel."

"I can't just tell him how I feel!"

"Why not?"

"It's not that easy!"

"Sure it is."

"For you!"

"Hey man, if I can do it that easily, then I have no doubt that you will too." Dante stepped off the elevator. Abi followed.

Abi inhaled. Exhaled. "Well..." Inhaled. Exhaled. "Alright, you know what, I'll give it a shot!"

"Thatta girl!"

"Yeah. I'll just...Go for it!" She high fived Dante. "Thank you for the advice. And don't tell Shakira, but you're definitely my favorite."