Boy Meets Boy Meets Zombie

Gimme The Digits

Max's P.O.V.:
"Come on Max! For once in your life just let loose!" My drunken best friend cries out whilst spilling her drink all over the people around us with her overdramatic hand motions. I swear I don't even know why I am friends with her. "We need to go you are getting out of hand!" I yell out trying to mask over the loud music pounding through the walls of the house".

We were at a college party that of course served beer and whatever those kids in the corner were smoking with the aroma of sweat and cigarettes filling the air. We don't even go to this college. Hell, WE DON'T EVEN GO TO COLLEGE!

"Hey!" A voice outside my thoughts pull me back to reality. "You need help?" He motions to the girl that is now on the floor talking to whoever in the hell she is talking to, which of course is the one and only: my best friend.

He doesn't look like a bad guy. With his straight brown hair covering up his forehead and his big brown eyes. For a minute I felt a little lost in them to be true. And you can see his muscular figure through his tight blue v neck shirt.

"Ahem." The handsome god in fro-wait! The what! Oh my gosh. Was I checking him out? Did he notice. I didn't. His beautiful eyes say otherwise. I mean what. My face flushes red at the thought. But thankfully the light is dim shielding the flush of red on my cheeks, so he wouldn't have noticed anyway. "Um. Yeah." I manage out with my voice cool and stern.

Derek's P.O.V.:
He was totally checking me out. I glance off to the side hiding my grin that is now jumping off my face.

As we lift her up him on one side me on the other. I notice how tired he is. "Do you need a ride? I know she's drunk and you're not looking so good yourself" not that he's not "good looking" if you know what I mean.

He scans me well he checks me out is what I mean judging by the way he bites his lip while he looks me up and down to see if it's safe or not. Which obviously causes shivers throughout my body. I reassure him that I am no rapist/murder by telling him "I'm gay". Which has really nothing to do with anything, but I am hoping maybe he won't just consider me a stranger after tonight.

Finally, after some uncomfortable silence. He decides that I AM indeed giving him a ride. Which I am grateful for because I was already considering making up his mind for him.

The trip to his street not his house because safety issues I guess. I mean I wouldn't blame him. Looking like that especially. Gosh, I am so perverted. I really need to stop. I shake my head clearing my thoughts as I pull up to a sign he instructed me to stop at.

I watch as he slides his cute behind out. What. No. Stop. He grabs his I'm assuming friend which is barely even half alive out of the car and kneels down beside the passenger window and says all his thanks and out of nowhere he brings out some money! What am I a taxi driver? My mind practically explodes.

"Don't worry about it." He looks up at me with this confused look that automatically makes him ten times more cute. Before he can even walk away, I say "but what you can repay me with is your number".