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'Me? Terrified of being trapped in a shopping centre with brain-eating zombies!'

Steve. Female. Nineteen. England.
Blutbad. Slash. Fanfiction. Reading.
Writing.Comic books. Zombies.
Avengers.Film. Monsters. Lego. Marvel.
DC.X-Men. Harry Potter. Books. Music.
Grimm. Primeval. Fairy lore. Uno.
Cinema. Furcadia. Spartacus. Slytherin.

'It's my life's ambition to fight dinosaurs. And save the world.'

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Saturday, 23 June 2012

M. Ninety-Nine.

Chapter Eighty Three: Oooh Marvel Friend! Flirty Marvel friend.

The title actually applies to me believe it or not. My dad and I decided to rent some films for tonight, my mum wanted to see the woman in black so me and my dad popped down to Blockbuster to pick it up. I went in my Pj’s cause my Pj’s are relatively normal clothes so I didn’t look that odd. When we got there my dad picked up the Woman in Black and The Things, when I asked why he said “one for me you and mam and one for you and me.” When I got to the counter the bloke said that we could rent four for £10 and keep them until Tuesday so my dad let me loose in the shop to grab what I wanted. I snatched up Captain America and Thor, when I slapped them down on the counter the dude just started talking to me and I just couldn’t stop talking to him, since we were talking about Marvel and the avengers and all of that I got really excited and didn’t even realise that my dad had walked away and I was left on my own. When I eventually found him he asked if me and “the nerd behind the counter had stopped looking gooey eyed at each other and flirting.” I hit him. But I did get a bye from the guy. I bet he wouldn’t be opposed to dressing up for me.