If You Cant Take The Heat

Will's POV

I stepped out of Destiny's front door into the warm afternoon. Tyler was hopelessly trying to belt out his song through his sobs.

It's really hard to believe Hacee broke up with him.

They've been together since third grade basically. She broke up with him for an hour in seventh grade. And he broke up with her for 20 minutes in our sophmore year.

And this breakup probably won't last very long... but Tyler seems shattered nonetheless.

What if Destiny broke up with me? I'd die. But we're getting married...
She won't break up with me... right? What if she calls off the wedding?
Oh my gosh! But we were gonna have a great wedding.
Lots of flowers, like birds of paradise.
Those are pretty... They look like toucans.
Like the one on Froot Loops.
MMM Froot Loops sound good right now...
FOCUS

I walked toward Tyler, who was now kneeling on the ground, still sobbing, and still singing. He had his hands high over his head and his hands clasped together, begging.

"Tyler, dude?" I said.

"WILL! She- she- she-" he stuttered, "DUMPED ME!" he screamed

"Tyler, jeeze, calm down," I said, pushing his arms down.

He collapsed onto the ground into the fetal position.

And then, something happened that I was NOT expecting.

The voice was loud, angry, and high-pitched.

It sounded like satan...

It was Cloe.