Taste Of The End Five

"ELEANOR PAIGE GILLAM." Elaine roared, her face red as a tomato. "I know you're in here."
Ellie looked at Gerard in horror before sprinting up the stairs. "What?"
"Ah, hey there." Frank mumbled brightly, leaning forward on the balls of his feet. "Oh, hey Gee."
"Hey." Gerard nodded back to him. "Ellie?"
"Elaine, Gerard. Gerard, Elaine. Now why the fuck were you screaming for me?" She demanded.
Elaine shrugged. "Wanted to talk to you, duh." Ellie's hand went straight for her head, knocking Elaine back a few steps right into Frank with the intensity of her strike. The two blushed like mad. "Uh..sorry, Frankie.."
"Jeez, I leave you alone for ten minutes and you're already calling him Frankie?" Ellie said annoyed. "What next, condoms and birth control? Are you pregnant?"
"Eleanor! You're so gross!" Elaine yelled, screwing up her nose.
Ellie laughed loudly, sarcastically. "You were the one who stuck the goddamn lizard in Jarre-"
"Alright!" Elaine said wide-eyed, pressing a finger to Ellie's lips, stopping her speech. "EW! Woman my finger's not candy."
"Tastes like it. Have you been bathing in strawberries or something?" She asked, licking the strawberry flavor off the rest of her lips.
Frank and Gerard watched this exchange in utter confusion and a little big of intrigue. There was something very intriguing about the two of them. Gerard felt these little strings attached to the pumping mass in his chest being pulled at and tugged this way and that. "Frank, you've got tomorrow off, right?" Frank nodded. Gerard winked at him. "Follow my lead." He stepped between the two girls, ending their discussion of strawberry baths. "I've got an idea!" Ellie blinked at him while Elaine stared from Ellie to Gerard. "Ellie, you said you've got nothing to do. And Frank's got work off tomorrow, so why don't we all go catch a movie?"
"Is it running away?" Elaine kicked Ellie in the stomach. She laughed, apologizing. "Sorry."
"What movie?" Elaine asked, smiling wide and looking up at Gerard.
Gerard shrugged. "Any. I came up with the idea. You guys decide what we see."
Ellie and Elaine looked at each before answering in unison, "Dawn Of The Dead."
But I just can't
Finished what I started
"I don't get it." Gerard shook his head, sitting between Ellie on his left and Frank on his right, who had Elaine on his right. "Horror movies..you're girls."
"Girls who like horror movies." Elaine stated defensively.
Ellie poked Gerard's leg, shocking him. "Will you trade with me?"
"What?" He whispered back as the lights began to dim.
"Will you trade chairs? I don't want to be on the outside. It's creepy. People are creepy." Gerard agreed, quickly exchanging places. He leaned back, resting his arm on the arm of the chair, awkward and nervous. He wished his hands would stop sweating so much and that his eyes would focus on the movie instead of darting to the side to stare at Ellie in the darkness. By the time the Zombie crowd swarmed Peter and Fran, Ellie's nerves broke. She cluched Gerard's arm first, catching him off guard in the first place. She noticed his reaction and had to keep her self from giggling. All in one movement, she wound her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. She could hear his heart beating quickly, but she refused to move from the spot until the lights came back up as the credits scrolled up the screen. She let go, following Gerard silently out. Frank and Elaine emerged a few short moments later, not speaking to each other either, but Ellie noticed their hands weren't exactly free to pick their nose. After all, you can pick your friends, but you can't pick your friend's nose.
It's alright to forget
That we still talk
New Found Glory yessum.
Honestly, hate this part.