Boy Meets Boy Meets Zombie

Cinderella

Max's P.O.V.:
This next morning was a blur. I couldn't quite remember what had happened last night.

Ring! Ring! The caller ID read an unknown number. "Can you like answer that before I destroy your phone!" I hear an angry Scarlett calling from what seems like under my bed?

Oh, right. Last night. All at once it came back to me. The boy with the blue v neck and big brown eyes. That once again had me lost in thought.

Suddenly, out of nowhere my best friend shoots up looking like she's about to murder somebody. Which makes the phone fly out of my hand me attempting and successfully catching it in the process while accidentally answering the call.

"Hello?" I hear from the other side of the phone. I stay quiet not knowing how to react. It's barely been a couple of hours since I've given him my phone number. "Hello?" I hear once again. "I can hear you breathing" the boy on the other side says. "Um, hi! Hey! How are you?" I break the awkward and uncomfortable silence.

"Gosh, I thought you died or something! Don't scare me like that" I roll my eyes at his choice of words. "Totes meh goats," I reply awkwardly. And in that moment I'm already considering killing myself. "Totes meh goats," I think to myself. What does that even mean!

"Uhhh ok well, so I was wondering if you maybe wanted to join me for breakfast?" No. I automatically thought in my head. Why? I don't know. BAM! A hand comes up from behind me snatching the phone out my hand smacking me in the process.

"YES HE WILL BE THERE!" Scarlett says in a very cheerful voice. I am now in a headlock and could no longer hear what he is saying until..."ALRIGHT IT'S A DATE THAN! BYE!" and before I can protest she has already hung up.

"WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT!" I proclaim gasping for air.

Scarlett's P.O.V.:
He may not think he needs this, but in all reality it is the very thing he desires. He just doesn't know it yet.

"OH COME ON WE BOTH KNOW THAT ALL YOU WERE GOING TO DO IS TURN HIM DOWN AND REGRET IT LATER!" I yelled out causing my head to reach it's maximum pain level due to last night's encounter. "I'M NOT GAY" he says with the face. The face in which I call his lying face. "BETCH YOU ARE SO GAY THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN THINK STRAIGHT!" As much as he won't admit it I can't let him think like that. Live like that. A lie.

All because of his parents well parent. His mom is pretty chill, but his dad's a whole other story.

"Now come on Max! Let's get you ready for the ball!" I say with a grin.