Give 'Em Hell in Zombieland

How's The Weather Down There, Short-ass?

SKYLAR'S P.O.V

Well, this was fucking awkward...

I can't believe I actually agreed to staying with my ex, I mean, for God's sake how retarded can I possible get? But Tom was actually a really sweet guy, and I don't actually know myself why I broke up with him in the first place. He was probably my first..I don't know...'High School Lover' or something like that. I guess I ended it because we were graduating, and had to go our seperate ways. He begged me not to do it, and it broke my heart to see him actually crying, but I just couldn't have a long-term relationship where I hardly ever got to see him.

I saw Summer shooting me a 'what-the-fuck' look, as he hugged me and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek.

I honestly didn't want to show any signs of emotion towards him, so I just walked on into his house, acting like a total bitch.

Maybe he'd hate me, finally.

Everyone followed awkwardly into Tom's mansion, looking around in awe at all the wide areas and cool flat screen T.Vs, along with the awesome black, leather couches that lined the living room.

"Fucking cool..." Gerard grinned, tugging Chrissy along with him, hugging her to his side.

She looked slightly on edge, and nervous about something. Also, she seemed pretty quiet and depressed, which was extremely rare for a girl like her. Gerard didn't really seem to pick up on it though, because she made sure that she acted normal as possible around him, so he wouldn't worry his head off about her.

Chrissy shot a fake smile at Gerard, twisting a strand of her hair in one oh her hands.

"Uhh, well, you guys can go on upstairs and pick out a room. I don't know if I'll actually have enough rooms for all of you..but some of you can always share." Tom shot a look in my direction, a smirk playing slightly on his features.

I couldn't help but wink at him. It was just a second nature to me, when guys...flirted with me. If you even called that flirting.

Frank saw this exchange, and he looked pissed off as he stomped up the stairs to pick out the room that he'll be sleeping in tonight.

"Thanks for letting us stay here, Tom." I smiled at him slightly.

"No, no, it's absoloutly fine." He replied, scractching the back of his head, adjusting his beanie slightly, which was starting to slip off.

Summer and Mikey edged awkwardly out of the room, smirking before nodding to eachother, then sprinting up the stairs, two at a time.

Gerard and Chrissy were off to check out the rest of the house already, along with Ray and Bob. Therefore, I was completely alone with Tom, which was really fucking awkward if you ask me.

"Um, well, thanks again for having us here." I smiled at him sheepishly, as he pulled me in for another hug.

"Stop thanking me, I was worried about you in this kind of...situation, so I'm letting you guys crash here for as long as you need to. Gets kinda lonely up here." Tom laughed, releasing me from his comforting hug.

Oh God, he's making this so hard for me. I mentally slapped myself. Hard.

"Well, I guess you should get used to use then." I winked at him and shot him a grin, "I'll just go and pick out a room."

"You can always share with me, if there isn't any room." He smirked, saying it quite loud.

That's when I knew he probably sussed things out about Frank and I, and he was deliberately pissing him off. Or maybe it was just my mind's fucked up way of working.