lesbian warm bodies or something

♡ part 3 - waiting it out ♡

julie has unfortunately discovered nail polish and a stash of a bunch of different kinds of sunglasses and i am now going through hell. she's making me sit patiently while she washes the blood off of my fingers so that she can paint them. she thinks i'm really emo with my overgrown pixie cut and my jewelery and shit, so she's going to paint my nails black and red.
"geez, girl. your hands are bloody as hell. whatever happened to basic hygiene?" she teases.

i sigh and roll my eyes, shrugging. eventually, she does get a majority of the blood off and grabs the nail polish, brushing off some of the excess on the inside of the bottle. while she paints my nails, she hums along to the song.
"never knew you would be the type to like marina." she comments. well, you learn new things everyday i guess. and todays lesson is that even corpses listen to marina and madonna.

she finishes painting my nails just as "lies" starts playing, and i sit there with my hands pressed to the ground, trying not to move them until they dry.
she chuckles a little. "you don't have to hold your hands completely still until they're dry. it drys really fast anyway."
i lift my hands up off the ground and look at them, inspecting the nail polish. not the best nail polish job i've seen, but honestly it's not bad.

i smile slightly and nod. "..'s...good."
after a second or two of comfortable silence, she suddenly perks up and moves for the sunglasses. and without any aforementioned warning, she places a pair on me. and then i'm stuck in another hell of trying on a bunch of different pairs of sunglasses. i'm like a mannequin in a clothing store.

♡♡

over the next couple of days we do whatever activities come to mind. listening to vinyl albums- more of the beatles, the ramones, joan jett...so on, so forth. she tries to teach me to dance, we fiddle around with one of those really boring drinking birds. i show her some of the memorabilia ive collected. a snowglobe, some magazines, half of a straightener (i have no idea what happened to the other half).

i'm reading a teen vogue magazine, reading something about marilyn monroes beauty tips when julie speaks up over 'wake me up before you go-go'.
"R."
i lower the magazine and raise my eyebrows with a little "..yeah?"
"um...my boyfriend. he died back there."
oh, no.
"is he going to come back? as one of you?"
i shake my head quickly.

"oh. well, i guess i'm kinda grateful for that." i pause, tilting my head to the side a little and cocking a brow. "..w-what?"

"i guess...it's just, i've been ready for it. for a while. after...after his dad...died. he wasn't the same. he was distant. he wasn't really the guy i knew before, and i wouldn't want him to come back and be even more different than he already was."

that's fair. i wonder what i was like before.
i sigh, setting down the magazine and looking over, rifling through the vinyl again. i want something to lighten the mood. music is a good coping mechanism for all of this bullshit, i've learned.
i decide on joan jett- because i fucking LOVE joan jett- and i blow the vinyl, putting it on the record player. "i love rock n' roll" starts to play and i even bob my head a little to the beat. this is one of my favorite songs EVER.

julie smiles a little at me, and i sit back down across from her. i look at my nails that she painted a few hours ago and then back up at her.
i put my hand on my chest, feeling nothing where my heartbeat is supposed to be. just cold, silent nothing. i then move my hand to her chest and feel her heartbeat. it's irregular, it's not perfect- but it's alive. she's alive.

♡♡

it's night now. as i had established, i can't sleep- but obviously julie has to, so i get every night just to myself. i sit down in a comfortable little corner, leaning my head back against the wall and thinking over everything that's happened so far. i fidget with the rings on my fingers and i listen to the dead silence- no joan jett when i'm sleeping, julie had established to my dismay. there's not a lot of sound besides my own somewhat labored breathing.

im feeling rather food aversive right now, so i can't even resort to emergency rations to take things off of my mind. just me and my rings and the music choice in my head- right now i've been head-listening to don't you forget about me.
and just as my head-listening to that song finishes and i try to figure a new song out, i hear rapid footsteps and the sound of the door being pried open.
i sit up, pushing my hair away from one of my eyes (and just over the other in my supposed signature emo style) trying to make out what happened. julie wouldn't have made a run for it right now of all things, right?

julie, did in fact, make a run for it right now of all things. i found this out when i went to check where she had been sleeping and seen her blanket sprawled across the floor.
"seriously.." i grumbled to myself, making an annoyed growl as i stepped out of the already opened door. of course, once again, julie has bolted sir lancelot style. i can see her silhouette making a run for the parking garage. now, i'm not exactly the best runner, but i can try. so i make a bolt after her, my hair blowing away from both of my eyes for once.

i catch up to her a few minutes after she makes it to the parking garage, taking a moment to catch my breath, leaning back against a pillar. and then i hear a chainsaw on cocaine.
i hobble over to the sound, and that's when i realize it is NOT a chainsaw on cocaine, it is a weedwacker. where the hell did she even get a weedwacker?
and she's also surrounded by the "dead guys who would tear her to bits in a split second". great.

i crack my knuckles like im a cartoon character about to go into a fight, and then throw a sucker punch at one of the DGWWTHTBIASS'. like the abbreviation? it even ends with ass.
a few more punches and the comedic use of a weedwacker later, me and julie are standing in the middle of the battlefield. she turns to me, breathing heavily.
"you said a few days. it's been a few days, R. i gotta go home."

i like her much more than any of these dead guys (and girls). i wanna stay with her. and if she wanted to wait a few days, she probably could have waited until i WOULD be fully available to walk her out safely, but noooo, she had to bolt in the middle of the night and think she could just beat everybody to shit with a weedwacker. JULIE.

"..s-s..stay..to..gether..safe."
and before she has time to respond to my offer, another challenger approaches. it's "M" (or michelle, if you remember her better by that name). and the issue between me and M is that she's down to eat julie because for all she knows julie is filet mignon. i look over to julie and back to M, waiting to see who will be making the first move here. and i decide that i should probably be the one to make the first move. i grab julies hand and pull her, slowly taking a few steps away before evolving into a full blown bolt.

sorry, M, but i have better people to be worried about.

"oh my God, R!" julie gasps out as i run for my "life" (moreso hers). i look behind me once and we eventually slow to a stop around a corner to catch our breath. i look over at her and take note of the fact that she's wearing a tank top and no jacket or something to keep her warm. and considering i'm always cold i decide to give her my hoodie just so she doesn't freeze to death out here. i unzip my hoodie and quickly give it to her.

". . w - wear."
i'm wearing a band tee- the smiths, specifically. it has a hole around my boob where julie had stabbed me like...4 days ago. luckily i am still wearing a bra so nobodies getting flashed a zombie tit. she puts the hoodie on herself and nods as a silent thank you before we continue our bolt. i think our main goal here is to find a car- julie is taking the lead now, cause we gotta get outta here.

". . look f-for...c-car?" i ask as we run up the ramp.
"yeah."
"..you..d-drive."
"good idea." she lightly chuckles. it's obvious not to trust a zombie to drive.

after a lot of running and a couple of breaks to catch our breath, we find a car. it doesn't have a hood, but i did give her my hood and it does have a hoodie so in case of bad weather it hopefully won't be too bad on her part. she gets in and i get in, and we take off.

♡♡
unfortunately the car didn't have a working stereo, so we just sat in mostly silence. and then it started to rain. i look up at the droplets falling from the sky, and julie groans irritability.
"jeez, why did we have to get a car without a hood?"
she pulls the hood part of my hoodie up and continues driving as my hair gets drenched and i look like the world's saddest wet cat.

a couple more minutes of silence before she sighs. we're both sopping wet at this point and i wonder if my shirt is see through.
"i'm fuhreeezing. we have to pull over.." she sighs.
damn. i guess my hoodie didn't work that well after all.