Chapter Twelve

2 0 0
                                    





Fires POV:

I ended my call and go sit across from "her" who's drooling all over the couch. I stare at her intently looking at her sleepy goofy face, I feel bad for what I've done to her yet.................. I don't know ............ I get up cover her with my black jacket and go I don't know look around....

{Timeskip}

Not Fires POV BACK TO GIRL:

I've woken with my face wet so is the couch and a warm oversized black jacket.... Wait ..FIRE!!! My cheeks burn a slight of red at the thought of him covering my cold body with his jacket, I get up and see where he could be.
He's no where to be found at least not inside I grab his jacket and go out the door.
Fire is sitting on top of a trash can with his laptop looking cold I jog towards him and wrap the jacket around him, he looks surprise when I do this to him and I swear I saw pink on his face he turned away and said something but I couldn't hear him.
    In my head I'm like,"Guys be guys am I right??"

Project AlmaWhere stories live. Discover now