A Strange Liking

Chapter 8- A friendly chat

Isis rushed into my backyard. It wasn't a big house, so not that big of a yard. I didn't have a dog so it wasn't dirty dirty. I don't actually have any animals. Isis sat quietly on the back porch. "What time is it?" She asked me. I felt my pockets.. I didnt have my phone. I quickly stepped in to read the microwave clock. 4:47am. I groaned. Mom would be up in an hour give-or-take. I sat down with her. Isis was peaceful. No crush to tip-toe around, and she wasn't in my personal life either. Just lullfully in the middle.

I honestly didn't care if mom woke up, I was just more worried about someone seeing Isis. I didn't have anywhere to hide a 5'3 dead mummy girl. "So.. More on you and Gonner?" I ask. She giggles slightly. "Well. I knew he was up to no good from the moment I met him! I could feel it. Y'know, I'm usually right about these things. It's just that nobody ever believes me!" She wails.

I put a hand on her shoulder, consoling her "I believe you! Honest! Your very trust worthy, even through your..untrusting nature." I grinned at her, just trying to make her feel comfortable. "You remind me of Dixie when we first met. But you know..a lot of things change in 2 years." She tells me and starts playing with her thick, matted, yet tightly packed curls. I felt a little bad for her. I wondered how her and Dixie changed

"You've known her for 2 years?" I lean in, intrigued. "Mhm! When she first met me she almost hated me, and hated herself too.." She admitted sheepishly. I didn't know Dixie for that long, but I knew she did used to get picked on by those 2 girls.. Patricia and Matilda? No.. What wasn't right.. Whatever, it wasn't important anyways.
(Alyssa and Melissa btw)

"She's class president now! I'd say shes doing pretty well for herself." I smile. She looks at me a little confused. "Class president? Like.. The queen of our age group." She softened her face, she seemed to understand that way. It was interesting how much she knew about a certain topic. It's almost a guessimg game! She was from Ancient Egypt but she never really spoke as such? I never heard an accent or a differ in the way she speaks and pronounces more.

I just assumed she took in more from the people around her. She has been dead for quiet some time, so it's only natural for her to adopt others as she aged. "How did you die? Why do you seem so well-aged compared to Gonner?" I ask. Isis cleared her throat "Well Gonner is his own problem. Piroska knew him when they were alive, and you see how she speaks! Anyways.. I died via a crocodile attack." She grinned.

"Wow! Crocodiles? How'd that happen?" I can't help but get sucked into her story. "Yep! A begger prophesied I would get eaten by crocodiles and it came true! It's the reason I'm so superstitious." She told me. I leaned back for a moment "Where did they even come from?" I pondered. "Well I was actually supposed to get married to some king, but I saw some crocodiles in the water and totally flipped out! I fell right into the crocodiles, waking them up."

I paused and tilted my head "Waking them up? They were asleep?" I inquired. Isis nodded. "The only reason that begger was right is because he instilled that fear into you. If you didn't know to be afraid of crocodiles beforehand, I doubt you would've freaked out as much." I implied. She gasped and stood up. I was a little freaked out but I hesitantly stood with her.

"Wow Y/N, I never thought about it like that!" She bounced on her heels, like a child getting a new puppy. Except the puppy in this situation is a new way to look at death.. Yikes. I walked into my house, realizing how clean my house was, and also realizing maybe I was spending a little too much with zombies. "Wait here." I told Isis, before rushing inside and quickly taking some of the old purfume on my desk.

It was misty, and not exactly water so I hoped Isis would be fine. I ran back outside to see her collecting..rocks... Why can't I have normal friends.. "Isis.?" I called to her slowly. She turned around and smiled, quickly hopping to her feet. She walked back up to me. I pulled out the perfume and she immediately backed up. "Are you trying to kill me?!" She accused. "No! It's not water-based! It's like.. Perfume?"

"I know what perfume is!" She hissed. "Isis.." I whined. She eased up and I could tell she felt a little bad. She carefully put her hand out. I gently took her hand and sprayed the perfume. She winced a little, but didn't seem to be melting. "Did it hurt?" I ask. "It tickled.." She responded. "Do you mind if I spray you down?" She shook her head, so I did. She giggled a little.

She sure did smell better so I walked her inside. It was 5:21. I walked her up to my room, ever so quietly. She smiles as she gets to my room. It wasn't much. In fact, it was a little messy. I doubt she minded messy though. The clothes and dirty dishes spread out across my bedroom were similar to the leaves and trash in the forest. Isis sat down on the bed next to me. "I normally sleep during the day" she tells me.

I nodded quietly, feeling a little drowsy. I was supposed to wake up in 2 hours. I layed back, closing my eyes. "Really? Your tired already?" She leaned over me, I could feel her presence over me. "Isis, I don't have the same body as you.. Humans get tired.. Zombies don't need to sleep.." I explain to her drowsily.

"Sleep up there.." I grogily point to the top bunk. It was my sisters, before she moved to college. She hopped down, a little annoyed. I closed my eyes and felt myself drifting off to sleep..

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(I forgot to post this. MY ABSOLUTE BAD)