The Zombies Over There

Love Twist

Lewis POV
We leave the shed, hearing multiple "goodbye"s and "I love you"s on our way out. When the door shuts, we're greeted with silence.
I follow saint, staying close to him. We walk down a long Icy side walk, and I nearly slip multiple times.
"Where do you plan on going?" I ask, glancing around. Most of the stores we had already seen
"Somewhere quiet" he replies. I give him a confused look— which he doesn't see.
What was he going to do? Murder me?
I let out an exhale, hiding my silent laughter.
"So you're dating that Sam?" Saint asks abruptly, I look around.
"Not really-? I mean, we act like it- she's super cling-" I was interrupted by him.
"Cool" He says. I nod stiffly and he stops at a gas station, I peer inside and give him a disgusted look. Their were multiple dead zombies on the floor. They had been shot.
Saint opens the door walks in, I follow shortly behind him. He walks toward the back room, and when I enter he shuts the door.
"Now what?" I ask,
"And What was with the zombies?" I add, shivering as I do. Saint shrugs a bit, taking his back-pack off.
"Maybe someone was here before us" he says, I nod slowly, thinking.
"Didn't Jay and Cameron come to a gas station?" I ask,
"You really think they walked all the way from the other house to here?" Saint asks, getting closer to me. I sigh,
"True, But we didn't pass any other-" I was interrupted again. This time by a kiss. A long, gentle kiss. I tense, my heart beginning to pound and my knees going weak.
My thoughts were running miles.
Should I kiss back? Do I like him? What about Sam? He likes me? How'd he know I was Bi? I gently place my hands on his cheeks and pull away, he looks at me with nervousness. I open my mouth to say something, but guilt takes over when I stare at him.
"What about Sam?" I manage to get out, he gives me a nervous smile.
"I thought you'd of killed me by now" he says, shrugging lightly. I loved Sam- but it felt weird to kiss her and all that.
I loved her like I loved Jay, as a sister, as someone I need to protect. Not someone I wanted kisses from. Although I don't mind cheek and forehead kisses, I find myself uncomfortable when she kisses me— sometimes I get anxious and engage, Though a lot of times I'm uncomfortable but I go along with it, I don't want to hurt her.
Now saint on the other hand, sure I thought he was cute, but I also didn't have time to pay much attention to him. Maybe if I did I would've seen this coming, and I'd be able to make my mind up faster. I let out a soft sigh and I watch saints nervousness shoot to embarrassment.
I gently kiss him.
His eyes light up and he kisses back, wrapping his arms around my neck. I wrap mine around his waist, pulling him close.