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Such a girl. ”Who cares what they look like? It’s how they taste!” The color pink was truly evil if that was all that it took to make someone choose a Snowball. ”I mean both taste like a Styrofoam brick with frosting, but at least the Twinkies are smaller and can survive a nuclear bomb.” He didn’t know if the nuclear bomb bit was true, but Locke seriously doubted that they ever expired. Which might be why they tasted so bad.

He laughed though when Gina commented about the banjo. ”That’s like saying ‘There goes a perfectly good accordion’ or ‘There goes a perfectly good mime’” Banjos weren’t a musical instrument in Locke’s book. Their tone was too high pitched and twangy for him to tolerate for more than a few seconds. Seeing Tallahassee use the banjo as a weapon was just one of the reasons why this was Locke’s favorite fight scene in the movie.

The damaged Twinkies helped Locke. ”See, this is why you use a banjo or a crowbar for a weapon when the zombies attack. No damage to the junk food.” He had read the “How to” survival book for zombie invasion before. Plans had been put into place for such an occasion, though said preparations were actually just Locke preparing for an earthquake.

”He’s got a point you know,” Locke interjected as Tallahassee started to rant about snowballs, “Twinkies are better than snowballs.” Although neither was his favorite snack cake Twinkies were better. There was something about the mixture of sponge and cream that just tasted odd to Locke. He was more of a fan of the cosmic brownies.

Columbus tried to lie about a girl he hooked up with. It made Locke feel better about himself to know that he hadn’t been so lame as to do that. Nobody cared if he dated a girl anyways. Chris didn’t try finding out about his dating life and Gina so far hadn’t shown any interest either. Couldn’t he have thought of a more reasonable girlfriend?[/color] Locke pondered over Columbus’s possible girlfriend and the character’s chance of getting a date in real life, assuming of course there was no zombie apocalypse. The odds were probably more in Columbus’s favor than his own.

”My favorite part,” Locke said as they entered the grocery store. There were several fights with zombies throughout the movie, but this one was, in Locke’s opinion the best. If he were to ever find himself in a world full of zombies he would want to make a stand in a Walmart thanks to this movie. Just seeing someone summon the undead by playing a banjo was epic, and Locke laughed. ”Told ya it wasn’t really a horror movie.”

Locke settled back into the couch and allowed himself to relax. He had missed the part with the little girl zombies, but Tallahassee would be coming up in the future, and that was all the better. One of the best parts of the movie was the crazy actions of the gun happy guy, and he loved the fight inside the grocery store. Gina seemed to be enjoying the movie too. Either that or she really liked to talk to TV’s.

Smiling Locke opened his soda can. There was a desire to tell Gina to relax. Clearly Columbus knew the rules of surviving horror movies. After all some of his first dialogue was just that. Her frantic chanting was delicious. Was she really frightened or just caught up in the movie? Who cares! The movie was great and Gina was watching without hiding her face. ”It was a joke,” Locke explained about the pizza, enjoying his feast.

Columbus managed to get into his car and was driving it. This was the only bit of the movie that gave him any problems. When Columbus crashed his car, sending the zombie in the back seat Locke always winced. He could easily watch the rest of the movie but seeing the crash reminded him of his own.

When the microwave started beeping Locke stood back up. Really, he should have just stayed in the kitchen until the popcorn was done. It would mean that he would have to do less back and forth. ”I got it, you press play ok?” Locke informed Gina. Now that he thought about it he would have had to go back to the kitchen anyways. He had only been able to carry the bowl and one can of soda, so even if he had stuck around he would be making multiple trips anyways.

Locke pulled down a large bowl and grabbed the bag of popcorn. No matter how often he made popcorn, or what the bag said, he always forgot how hot it was when it first comes out from the microwave. ”Ouch,” he said and waved his hand to take the sting out of the burn. From the living room he heard the electric guitar version of the national anthem playing, signaling that Gina had in fact started Zombieland up. He’d seen the movie so many times that he didn’t mind missing the first little bit. There was the belch that signaled the transition into the rules.

”Oh…” Locke started to swear before bolting back to the living room. He had totally forgotten that with in the first two minutes they start talking about everyone having guns and zombies started getting shot. The problem with the zombies was that they looked human, minus the whole strange liquid pouring out of their mouths…

Locke had heard the stories about what happened to Gina, but didn't know what he should do. No doubt that flowers would have been a cheerful gesture, but where could you get flowers at this time of the year? Also Locke only knew about roses, and that knowledge was strictly limited to the fact that they were suppose to be like diamonds. Halmark cards were also a classic to give, but Locke had been hospitalized before and a card really doesn't say anything other than "I don't know what else to do." The way he figured it, she had to be going out of her mind when it first happened with everyone wanting to know all the details and having to set people straight. So Locke had kept quiet at first, finally asking her if she was up for Zombieland.

"Hey Gina," Locke answered back, pleased with how casual he sounded. On his lap he held his writing notebook, a pen tucked behind his ear. Tonight he had flown through his homework, which meant that he probably had done the math wrong. Whatever. It was a Friday night and he didn’t want to think about equations until Monday morning. At his feet was a CD binder he kept his DVD collection in.

”Yeah, M&M’s are cool,” he said, bending over and flipping through the binder’s pages, ”You know some people actually think the different colors taste different.” Personally Locke couldn’t tell the difference. He knew that M&M’s were made by the same people who made Skittles, so if a green M&M had its own individual taste wouldn’t it be more like a green Skittle?

Locke popped the DVD in and let it run through the previews. ”You know what this needs? Popcorn,” he said with a grin, ”Orange soda for you right?” It was his turn now to head into the kitchen. To be honest he had been wondering if Gina was actually going to show up. She said that she would, but Locke was far from optimistic. ”We need a bowl for the M&M’s anyways.”

One finger was held up as Gina started to express how grossed out she was. "In my defense I was spending the night at a friend's house, and we started the series late at night. It was breakfast, and I hadn't seen the third movie in theaters. I had waffles at the same time." That was the good thing about spending the night at Eaan's. At his own house, Locke might just have had a slice of toast for breakfast, maybe a glass of milk if he wasn't running behind schedule. Eaan's dad usually was cooking something for himself in the morning and while he might be eating a burger, it didn't matter to him if he dropped in some bacon for his son.

Locke played through the scene in his head, trying to see it from an outsider's perspective. "Besides those pigs were sort of gray. The bacon was red. And it's not like the grossest thing I've ever seen. Mai had some pretty grody diapers. Never underestimate the power of smell," Locke told Gina in all seriousness. Bacon scent outweighed the sight on the TV screen.

He uncurled now that he was sure Gina wasn't going to touch him. "I dunno. I guess that sort of stuff doesn't bother me anymore. Overexposure or something." Locke grabbed onto his soda can and played with the tab. Earlier he had covered his unease by saying he was homesick, but mentioning that morning with the bacon really did bring up a burp of homesickness. Here it felt as if there was something seriously wrong with him for liking the psychological thriller movies and things with gore. Eaan, though terrified of hospitals was surprisingly ok with Locke's movie choices. "But take my advice, don't watch Saw Two with a guy who punches doctors. You get your blankets and pillows stolen."

Oh good, he hadn't totally crashed the conversation by comparing Gina to a guy. There was always a certain level of burn when describing Eaan. The guy was one of those people that you can't help but to pick on a little because they are important to you. Only problem with that was that people mistook the gentle bashing as distaste. "Nah, you're like Eaan, even if you swiped the first slice of pizza."

A joke! Amazing. Locke had managed to recover from his fumbling to crack a joke. Maybe Gina was right and he wasn't as horrible at the talking with teens as he thought he was. Usually at this point though, just when Locke felt confident that he could talk easily he would do or say something that made him want to hide again. This time Locke was determined not to fall into the same trap. "Alright, so if you like action films, but can't watch Rambo what ones are ok?"