If You Cant Take The Heat

Destiny's POV

Hacee had a stupid grin on her face, but wouldn't tell me WHERE.

"Hace? Hello? You in there?" I said, waving my hand in front of her face.

She started hypervenhilating.

"HACEE!" I squealed, tackling her.

We both burst into a giggle-fit and fell off the bed with a thud.

"Oww," we said in synchronization.

"We are gonna see," she paused, "ALL TIME LOW!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, then quickly silenced myself, thinking of Cloe.

I rolled over Hacee so we were both laying on our backs with my legs draped over her.

The floor vibrated.

Lipstick has a way of leaving more than just a mark on my sheets

I dug into my back pocket, searching for my phone.

Coloring my senses cherry red, at least for this week

WHERE WAS IT?!

Kisses under starry night skies, talked about in song

AHA!

I checked the Caller-ID.

It was William.

"Hey babe," I said, answering the phone and sitting up.

"Hey Des," he said, "can you meet me outside, like now?"

He sounded kind of weird.

"Uh, sure," I said, flipping my phone closed.

I jumped up and ran downstairs and out the door.

I saw him leaning against my front gate.

"Hey, Will, everything okay?" I asked.

"Um yeah," he scratched the back of his head, "It's just. . . wow this is a lot harder than i thought."

"What?" I asked.