Collins stared at Maxwell for a while. He was a handsome guy, in her taste. He had shaggy drown hair and tanned skin. His eyes were deep brown and big. He was eating a cheese sandwhich. He stopped chewing for a moment and gazed into Collins eyes. She still hadn't dared to ask him how he knew her name, it was probably an obvious answer. But instead of staring mindlessly at him while he watched her, he spoke, "It was on the papers I looked through"
"Hmm?" She smiled, idiotically. It had been a while since she had talked to a cute boy.
"Collins. Your name, was on that mail over there. Or letter or whatever" He got up and brought it over from the counter.
Dear Collins,
Something is going on. I can't wake you and I can't carry you. They told me to leave you behind. Be safe, hide in the basement - dad's guns are in the attic. Please, don't get hurt.
~Mom.
Love you.
"Okay, so you aren't lying. But for your information, if we are going through a zombie apocalypse, my name isn't Collins. Not saying you shouldn't call me Collins..but it's not my name" I told him. I felt horrible already- Maxwell was a stranger and Collins never told her closest friends- why Maxwell? "Colleen Ross"
"Colleen? He swallowed a bite, "Wow. That was no where in the letter that said Colleen. How did you get Collins from Colleen?"
"My dad. He wanted a boy and was going to name him Collins and the name just stuck" she shrugged. "Do you have a middle name, Maxwell?"
"No, just Maxwell Greene" He put his feet on the coffee table, and crossed his legs. "you? Colleen Ross"
"Margo" she told him, "Colleen Margo Ross"
"Okay. You're family is horrible with names, but Collins is nice" He smiled, a dimple showing on the left.
"Thank you, Maxwell Greene" I uttered, "Your turn"
He furrowed his eyebrows, dark and fuzzy catipilers, "What do you mean"
"If we are going through this together, then we should share secrets. I have never told anyone that" Then she placed my feet like his, "go."
"Oh.. hmm... I guess. Have you ever read an E-Book? Well I have this account, where I write this story, 'Running Out' " He said, "It has a few hits, well if a lot is a few. That's all"
"Wait. You are who I've been obsessing over these past years" Then Collins stared at him a little longer. Then he smirked again.