Your Very Own BDFF

[text]:Drinking from the bottle. In bed. Making dinosaur noises. Oh man.

;tfln

[text] we’re not seeing Jurassic world again.

[text] i’m not texting you back [text] i rawr you too amy.

[TEXT]: You have to keep talking to me.

[TEXT]: I can’t drink alone

[TEXT]: I think you’d be the cute blue one.

[TEXT]: can i dye a blue stripe in your hair

PSA: In case anyone cares, I’m still alive and still in love with Amy. I plan on updating and doing drafts for Amy every Tuesday. So feel free to ask for anything, but know I will only be updating on Tuesdays.

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[text]:Drinking from the bottle. In bed. Making dinosaur noises. Oh man.

;tfln

[text] we’re not seeing Jurassic world again.

[text] bed no ohmygod [text] we’ll talk later of this

[TEXT]: I think you’re....

[TEXT]: At least tell me which one you think you are

[TEXT]: Which one do you think I am?

[TEXT]: Do you think raptors can get married

[TEXT]: I RAWR YOU <3

[text]:Drinking from the bottle. In bed. Making dinosaur noises. Oh man.

;tfln

[text] we’re not seeing Jurassic world again.

[TEXT]: I’ve been googling dinosaur quizzes.

[TEXT]: Take the one that shows which raptor you are.

[TEXT]: We’ll get t-shirts.

Skittles & Zombaes

She took the skittles. Good. Eggsy was honestly worried that she would have attacked him. Well not that much since he was bending down to feed a fucking zombie skittles. The googles made him appear not human. Some small children got upset when they couldn’t see his eyes.

Eggsy looked at the bracelet on her wrist. “Your name is Amy?” Head titling to the side as he poured the rest of the candy into his palm. “You’re Amy and you like skittles?” “Don’t eat too much too fast, love.”

He was actually being nice to a rabid monster, but she was really changing his mind on this. Unless this was some kind of trick and she was actually going to rip his face off and have him for desert.

“You want more of these? I got more of these yeah.” His other hand was reaching down, grabbing the other bags to slip into his own knapsack.

Amy barely heard his words and definitely didn’t understand them. She glanced up briefly when she heard her name, but she couldn’t pinpoint why that word was important. Amy opened her mouth to ask for more, but only a loud groan came out instead of words. Maybe he didn’t understand her, but he had to know those were her skittles. She had them first!

She took whatever skittles were left in his hand. Her lips smacked as she chewed with an open mouth. There were no manners when you were a zombie. Then she noticed he was taking her other bags of skittles from the ground. Amy growled softly, reaching down to get to whichever bags she could before he could, “MMMM--- MIIII--” Amy desperately wanted to yell at him that those were her skittles, but her tongue twisted and the word was lost in a gargle in her throat.

Amy took what couple of bags she grabbed and held them close to her chest. Then she glared at him. Those were her skittles. She was tense, ready to snap at him if he tried to take them from her.

Skittles & Zombaes

She was eating skittles. Oh my god. Eggsy’s gun dropped back down to his side, strap keeping it on him. Was this zombie even dangerous? He continued to slowly approach her until he realized she was trying to get a bag of them opened. She wasn’t dangerous. How ridiculous was this? Eggsy slowly bent down to grab one of the skittles bags. “You want some of these?” He opened the bag with ease, pouring a few of them out in his palm. It was offered to her, holding his hand out. This might be stupid as fuck, but this had him curious. What kind of zombie wasn’t trying to attack him but was trying to get human food open?

Was there a chance whoever she was before death was somewhere in there still?

“You like candy yeah? It’s great isn’t it?” There was a bracelet on her wrist. He could see that, but he wanted to try and get closer to her to see what it said. The light outside was making it hard for him to see something so small on the wristlet. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

Amy was struggling with the bag of her most desired skittles. The top of the bag was in her mouth, but since she couldn’t remember what to do next, she simply just chewed on the edge. Overwhelmed with frustration, Amy threw the bag of skittles on the ground.

She growled loudly before her voice fell into a whine. It wasn’t till she looked up that she noticed there was someone speaking to her. Amy didn’t really understand what he was saying. No one really spoke to her anymore. They only yelled and cried. Words didn’t make sense to her anymore. It all just jumbled together in her brain. Usually, the only thing she understood was that she was really really hungry.

Not that the candy would satisfy that need. She just really loved the taste of candy. Or, at least Amy thought she did.

Then the stranger offered her the colorful candies in his hand. He had opened the bag for her! Another strange cry came from her mouth. She should do something, but no words came out-- whines. Amy stood and slowly moved forward to him. She wobbled a bit, but still focused on the candy.

Finally, when she was close enough, Amy reached forward and snatched the candy from his hand and shoved all the pieces into her mouth at once. The sweetness burned sour in her mouth. It hurt more than she remembered it would. Thats the part she could never remember.

Amy winced, before finally chewing and swallowing. Then it was all gone. The sweetness and everything good and bad that came with eating the skittles. Amy whined, but then she saw he had more. Would he give her more? In fact, there were more bags on the ground. Maybe he could open all of them.

Turning her head to the side, Amy held her hand out like he had. She groaned, wiggling her fingers, demanding more.

Skittles & Zombaes

He shouldn’t have been outside in the first place. It was in the middle of the day when the sun was at the peek, yet supplies weren’t going to just find their way into his house. If only. Funny idea. Eggsy had protected his eyes, got the good googles he normally didn’t like bringing out in the infested zones, but he had to if he wanted to see. Eggsy moved quickly and carefully as he finally got into town. A lot of the food was old and bad, but the canned food and other supplies were still in decent shape. Not a lot of people had the balls to enter the zones, but he honestly didn’t care. He could put up a good fight. Things were placed into his bag, adjusting it every time something was placed. Couldn’t let it get too heavy or he wouldn’t be able to run (if he needed to). A banging noise coming nearby distracted him as he was placing some cans in the backpack. The bag was up on his shoulders and gun up, ready to shoot whatever that was. He followed the noise and stopped when he saw the zombie….beating the vending machine??? That’s what they’re called right? That’s what mum called them at least. Eggsy probably shouldn’t be heading towards her, but he was. What kind of zombie would be trying to get food out of the machines? Eggsy stopped with a good distance between him and it. Bending down, a rock was picked up and he tossed it over towards her. “Hey! You gone mad or somethin’?!”

Amy had found a new level of focus after discovering the candy that was in the stupid vending machine. She never noticed there was someone yelling at her. Amy was so mad that she couldn’t break the glass to get to her candy. She was thrashing and beating against the glass.

Amy was startled when a rock hit where her hands were. She turned and growled angrily. There was someone standing there--- he threw a rock at her. He threw a rock at her. Amy wanted to tear him to pieces. Why would he throw a rock at her?

She took a step forward to go after him, but got distracted when her foot stepped on broken glass. She glanced back to see that the vending machine was now broken open and she could get her candy. Amy forgot about whoever had thrown the rock and went back to digging through the vending machine to get her candy.

Amy groaned as she cut her hands on the sharp corners of broken glass, but finally she reached the skittles. Happy, she had her candy, Amy piled up the bags of skittles in her arms. But then she realized she didn’t have a free hand to open the bag. So she dropped all the bags to the floor and took a seat on the ground.

Amy lost all the thoughts she had about opening the door, so without any other option Amy put one of the skittles bag in her mouth and tried to rip it open.

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Skittles & Zombaes

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The zombie apocalypse really wasn’t that bad. Amy had made the best out of a terrible situation, she thought. Well, when she was able to think anyways. Her thoughts struggled, coming and going whenever they pleased. When she could think, her focuses were very simple. Amy wanted skittles and a friend. She couldn’t really eat the candy, Amy just liked to taste a few every now and again. If she ever made a friend, she could definitely eat them. Which was the main problem she couldn’t keep one.

Amy was easily distracted, causing her to let the zombie side of her to take over long enough for her friends to become her next meal. She was always upset about it afterwards, but there wasn’t much she could do. Living wasn’t the same as it was before-- dying wasn’t either.

Sad and a little more determined than before, Amy struggled on, growling and moaning at other zombies that went by. There was no living for miles-- no one she could actually communicate with. She had tried to be friends with other zombies before, but they were all dumb.

There was finally something to cheer her up though. A truck had turned over on the side of the road. No doubt when all the panic of breakout first happened. Out of the truck had spilled out several vending machines. They were dented and cracked, but also full of skittles.

She could smell them as she approached. The fruit candy smell, cleared her head long enough to decide what she needed to do. Open the vending machine and get to her skittles. The glass on the front was cracked, but not broken. She leaned over and pressed her hands against the glass. Nothing happened.

In frustration, she banged and growled at the glass. Her open palms did nothing as she couldn’t quite remember how to close her fist. A small cry gurgled through her growls as she saw her reflection next to the skittles in the glass. Why was she allowed to be this close, but not have what she wanted?

Amy banged the glass again and again, loudly growling and hissing at the dumb vending machine. She was now determined to stand there for as king as it took to get to her skittles.

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"Do I?" He would actually sit up to kiss her, but he had missed her playing with his hair. Ever since it got longer he really did enjoy her fingers slipping through his hair. This was something he could get used to. Alex sighed contently and got himself comfortable. There was so many stories. He’d save a few for later. No point in telling them all now.

"I wish you had been with us in South America. You would have enjoyed the beach. You could have done something with Matt’s girl." She would have probably ended up hanging around all of them just like Matt’s girlfriend did. His hand moved down to hold onto her knee, just keeping it there and holding her. "We had a few days off and we did some things around the city. We played some tennis. You missed me in shorts, love."

Amy missed her boyfriend so much. He was warm, settled against her. Amy continued to play with his hair, while she listened to his story. “South America?” Amy remembered the pictures he had sent her. She sighed, wishing now she had gone with him. But there was always his next trip.

“Shorts? You wore shorts and didn’t send me pictures of that?” Amy loved the pictures of beaches and sunrises, but she had missed him for so long. “I think that means you owe me something for withholding something so important from me.” She waited a moment, forcing down a soft yawn,

“Take off your shirt.”

#tenderzombie

“My mum and sister need someone watchin’ out for them.” Simon wouldn’t want all those people living in his house even if it was big. Eggsy snuggled close to her, putting an arm around her waist. Okay so maybe he hadn’t taken his pants off, but it didn’t matter. They weren’t doing anything they shouldn’t be. They were way too drunk to attempt that. “I wish i could live with you, Amy. I really do, but mum and my little sis need someone to watch out for them. Dean’s a fuckin’ dick.” He sighed a little before finally getting himself comfortable. “You smell so nice.” It was probably the pillows and blankets. They themselves probably smelled like beer. “You’re so warm. Amy Dyer you are the best of the best.” Eggsy kissed her cheek as good as he could, but his eyes were starting to droop and his mind wanting to sleep. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer so he could sleep perfectly with her in his arms. “’Goodnight, luv.” When he had woke up the next morning, his head was throbbing and he felt like he got hit by a truck. Eggsy’ groaned and cracked his eyes opened to see he was asleep with Amy in his arms. At least the two of them were sleeping comfortably. He remembered most of what happened when they got back home. Simon all mad and shit. Eggsy pulled away slightly and buried his face in the pillow, trying to keep the light from making him sick. They should haven’t shut the curtains when they came in.

Amy knew his answer, even with her mind buzzing with their recent adventures. She was too distorted to piece together that his same excuse had gotten old. There was a nice feeling as he murmured sweet things against her skin. It was wonderful to fall asleep in his arms.

When she woke up, it didn’t take long for her to realize her neck was too stiff to move. Trying to force it caused pain to go sharply across the back of her neck. Amy forced her eyes open, feeling nearly blinded by the bright light coming through her window. Amy had shifted to a rather uncomfortable position in the middle of the night. She had never been in so much pain.

Amy pushed Eggsy and the blankets away. She needed to cool off immediately. “I hate this.” She whispered. “I’m never drinking again.” Amy tried to sit up again, but failed painfully. “I think I’m stuck.”

Oh great. He was absolutely fucked now. Simon was going to kick him out and Dean would kick his ass for coming home drunk. If he even made it home. Eggsy groaned and covered his face with the sleeve of his jacket. “Fuck, mate, you don’t need to turn that light on. We know you’re here.”

Simon frowned at the two drunk on the floor, upset about it. He made sure they knew it too. “Both of ye are going to sleep. I have work in the mornin’.” He hauled Eggsy off the floor, groaning as he was put on the edge of the bed. Much more gentle with Amy though. “Ye better not be up to anythin’ once I go to bed.” Simon crossed over to the window and shut it. He exited, heading to the kitchen. Of course Eggsy reached over to tuck hair behind Amy’s ear. “I think you’re just as cute drunk as you are sober.” He leaned over to kiss her cheek way too long, but pulled away when he heard Simon’s footsteps coming back to the bedroom. They were handed glasses of water with something to take with the water. “Now get in bed.” The glasses were taken back and he flipped the light off, heading back to leave them be. Eggsy’s jacket was off and tossed to the floor. Hat following next. “Hmmm, I’m so cold. I hope you cuddle me.” Eggsy was giggling a bit, nuzzling her neck and pulling Amy closer. “Because you’re so warm.”

Amy stopped giggling when Simon frowned. Was he going to yell? He didn’t though. She was shocked to see him put her boyfriend on her bed. Eggsy was going to get to stay with her? Then Simon helped her off the floor. She was ready to get into bed, if Eggsy was going to get to stay.

After Simon brought them water, she noticed he left the bedroom door open. He didn’t want them touching. But cuddling was nice touching. She stood slowly and reached for her pajama shirt and took off her dress, letting her fall to the floor. Amy slipped the shirt over her head. She forgot about shorts entirely.

There was still the warmth of the alcohol flowing through her, but goosebumps were starting to rise across her arms. Amy climbed into bed, moving to get comfortable under the covers. Amy relaxed when his arms went around her, sighing softly.

She rolled onto her other side so she could hold him back. “Can’t you just live here with me?” Amy whispered. She loved her boyfriend. She hadn’t said it out loud yet, but he had to know. She worried about him often and was only relaxed when he was in her arms. “Simon doesn’t know, I know this---” Amy started speaking very quickly. “He’s been looking out houses. A new house for us. Big ones. Enough room for you too. Simon won’t let you move in now because he’d never let us stay in the same room every night, but if he got a big house, then you could have your own room. A nice one. Please?” Amy ended with a breathless whisper.

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“Shhhh Amy. Stop gigglin’.” Eggsy was giggling himself. The two had a bit too much to drink. Now they were attempting to get back into her house through her bedroom window rather than the two doors that were on the house. The window was finally opened and he was slowly pushing it open, attempting to be sneaky so they wouldn’t wake up Simon. If they were to get caught both of them would be in trouble and he couldn’t see Amy anymore. “Just… Just follow me okay?” Eggsy got one leg in and turned back around to grab onto Amy. He tried leading her into the window, but when he finally got himself through the window, he fell to the floor. A loud thump went through the room when he hit. Then Amy came down on top of him. An oof came from him, but then he started laughing when his arms when around her. “Oh shh shh, Amy no shhh Simon’s going to hear.” But that was until the lights in the bedroom flipped on.

Amy had been giggling ever since she finished her fourth beer. There was something just so damn funny about the world spinning while she ran around town with a boy named Eggs. EGGSY. Even though she hadn’t made the mistake out loud, it caused another wave of giggles to bubble passed her lips.

“Okay!” Amy said in an exasperated and rather loud whisper. Sometime after they started drinking, Amy had convinced herself that Simon was working tonight. With the soft buzz of the alcohol, her concern for getting caught was nonexistent.

When she fell onto Eggsy through the window, Amy laughed hard and openly. She buried her face into Eggsy’s neck, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin. Her happiness ended when a harsh light filled the room. She groaned, rolling off of him, slinging her arm over her face dramatically.

When she finally dared to brave the painful light, Amy was surprised to see Simon standing over her. His face was dark and distorted with --- well she didn’t quite know what he was feeling because she was too distracted with seeing her favorite person in the entire world upside down.

“Simon!” Amy laughed loudly. “You’re going to get a headache standing like that.”

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Amy heard the creak of the old front door before she even realized she was awake. Her eyes opened to the pure black of her room. There was no glow of sun behind the closed curtains. It was the middle of the night and Simon was just now coming home. It wasn’t the first night he had stayed out late and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But, his previous history didn’t keep her from worrying about him. He never said the words, but she knew what he did for living. Amy never asked specifics, but she understood. Drug dealer or not. He was the closest person she had ever had to a father and as of six months ago, the only person she could call family.

Amy didn’t want to get up, but she had to check on Simon. She spent too much time in bed anyways. Regardless of the time of night, getting out of bed would be good for her. At least, that’s what she thought as she steadied herself against the nightstand. Amy was diagnosed with leukemia a little over a year ago. She was tired most days and felt like she ate more medicine than food. Simon did what he could to take care of her and the doctors seemed hopeful.

She heard Simon rattling around in the kitchen when she stepped out of her room. Simon was hunched over, reaching into the far back of the refrigerator. He moved back, beer in hand, not facing Amy until the door was closed. Simon’s face was glowing from the nightlight under the microwave. Amy almost didn’t notice because everything else around Simon was darkness and shadows.

But there it was, impossible to ignore it once she recognized it. A bruise was forming under his left eye and around the high point of his cheek. Amy’s eyes filled with tears. The glassy film caused her vision of Simon to blur, causing the bruise to disappear all together. She knew where it had come from. Even at nineteen, she didn’t like seeing him get hurt. He was an adult and could make his own choices, but she didn’t like them.

“Simon,” Amy breathed. Her mouth stretched open to say something else, but nothing came out. He shifted forward, wrapping his arms around her small frame. She had lost some weight since getting sick so she felt so tiny, surrounded by his warm leather jacket.

“Wha’ are y’doing up?” He asked gently, pulling away to touch her face. He was studying her face. He was probably trying to see if she was still sick from the morning. “Y’should be in bed.”

“You’re hurt.” Amy stated, her voice shaking. “What happened?”

“Just work.” Simon brushed off her question as he moved away from her. It was only then that she noticed the bag on the counter. More pills. They got all the advice from the doctors, but they got the actual medicine from Simon’s connections. In a way, Amy was lucky Simon had such a dangerous profession. Without it, she wouldn’t have been able to afford treatment. “They’re to keep you from getting sick every time you eat.” Simon explained, following her gaze.

“Are they why you got hurt?”

“Absolutely not. Come on now,” He said, brushing her tears off of her cheeks. “Are y’hungry? I see the dinner I left you is still there.” Simon set his beer down and shrugged off his jacket. “I’ll make y’some eggs. Settle your stomach.”

She didn’t say no, but she didn’t know how she was going to eat them. Amy watched as Simon pulled out a pan and a couple of eggs, after turning the light on. “Did you at least get to write some today?”

“Are you really not going to tell me what happened?”

“Amy—“ Simon spoke sternly. He sounded like her Nan used to. “I know it’s scary when I come home like this, but you’re a big girl now. Y’need to understand that I have responsibilities. You’re one of them too. I’m always coming back to you.”

Amy swallowed hard, but she nodded. She had never said she was afraid of being left alone, but she didn’t have to. She took a seat at the table, while Simon finished her eggs. He sat down next to her with two plates of eggs.

“Can I have one too?”

Simon rolled his eyes as he cracked open his beer. “Just a sip.” He warned, as he handed it to her. Amy wasn’t allowed to drink with her medication. One taste wasn’t going to hurt. She took a small drink, before putting the bottle back in his waiting hand.

They ate their eggs in silence, with only the clinking of silverware as background noise. Simon finished first, leaning back in his chair to finish his beer. “If you feel up to it, we’ll go to the bookstore tomorrow. Let you catch up on your writing.”

“That sounds nice.” Amy murmured. She didn’t know if she’d feel better by then, but she loved the idea. She yawned, but she didn’t want to leave Simon yet. “Let me get you some ice.”

“Amy,” Simon said with a sigh as he grabbed her hand to keep her from getting up from the table. “Stop worrying, love. You need sleep. We both do. Let’s watch a movie till we fall asleep. Your choice.”

“You’re only letting me pick because you can sleep through it.”

Simon smiled at her. “Anything for my beautiful genius.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Let’s go before I make you carry me to the bed.”

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Oh he knew what she was getting at. It had been a while, but it wasn’t like he was going to forget it. Alex did as he was told and got himself comfortable next to Amy. The cover was pulled up over them, trying to warm up after the air from the bedroom hit him.

"Okay. I promise." A grin grew on his face as he leaned back, hand pushing his hair back to get it out of his face. Maybe he should go get a hair cut since he wasn’t planning on doing anything for a few weeks. "What do you wanna hear first because I got a bunch of silly shit I can tell you."

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"Tell me everything." Amy asked lightly as reached down for his hair. This was what she missed most when Alex was gone. He was close to her, teasing her. At least for a little while her life would be normal again. His hair was still damp from the shower and longer than when she had last touched it. Amy decided she liked his hair longer for now.

Her fingers brushed through his hair in gentle strokes as she waited for his stories to begin. Amy had missed his voice. It sounded so different over the phone. All she needed was for him to keep talking. As long as she doesn't fall asleep.

"Don't you dare leave anything out." Amy encouraged. "You also owe me at least five more kisses before I go to sleep."

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Well, it wasn’t a bad idea. Plus he wouldn’t feel so bad about asking her for help if she was going to be in there with him. Levi smiled a little, nodded, and headed back to his room to gather his school work.

With his things in hand, he headed to their bedroom and plopped the stuff on the bed and climbed up on it, messing the nicely made bed up. Levi was always told to make his own bed all the time, but it wasn’t like anyone actually cared if it was made. Adults. Specifically dads.

"Thanks, Mum." The smile was back there again. It was something that was rare anymore. It wasn’t like he was angry all the time, just how his face fell. The book was opened again and he had his homework in his lap, starting to concentrate on it.