CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

Best Friends To Couples

DAVE'S POV:

"So um... Can I see your wardrobe?" I asked Isabelle.

"No," she shook her head. "Why do you want to see my wardrobe?"

"To see whether you have any dirty magazines inside," I said suspiciously.

"I don't have those type of magazines!" she exclaimed. "I'm a girl! God! You probably have those type of magazines, you dirty perv!"

"Hey! I am not a perv!" I protested.

"First you barge in my room when I'm changing-"

"I already said I was sorry!"

"-and now you want to see my wardrobe." She shook her head. "Really, Dave? How low can you stoop?"

Well it wasn't really my fault. Once Nathan informed me off the tight, black, cleavage-showing shirt, I was curious to see what was the fuss all about. I hate you, Nathan. I hate you so much. Too bad I didn't bring my Colt. I wanted to shoot up Nathan's room.

"It's all Nathan's fault," I pouted, angry at that little punk. And to think I considered him my bro! Pft!

Isabelle groaned, "What did he do this time? I swear one of these days-"

"He told me about the black shirt, and started this whole thing."

For a moment, Isabelle looked like a dragon, about to puff out flames from her nose. She was pissed, I could tell.

"Why that little pathetic excuse of a brother-"

"Yeah yeah, go kill him," I sighed. "I'll sit here and support you via comm. My codename's Pluto. Yours?"

"It's normally Pluto," she said, frowning.

I shook my head. "Well, it's a small world. How about we do gun models as codenames? Mine will be Colt."

"Gun models? Really?" she rolled her eyes. "Can we just... God I'm not going to kill Nathan. Yet, okay?"

"Okay," I said simply. I hugged her bolster again. "This bed is super comfy! Can I sleep here tonight?"

She laughed. "Okay. Sleep on the floor on a mattress."

"No!" I argued. "I'm going to take the bed."

"But I'm sleeping there!" Isabelle said, frowning again.

"I wanna share half the bed," I begged. "Please?"

She exhaled heavily. "Fine, but I hope you don't kick."

"I won't kick, but knowing you, you might get turned on."

"What?! You'll probably be the one who gets turned on."

"I won't, but I know you will. Gosh, I'm worried for my safety now."

"I might get turned on, but you will get horny! After all, you are the one with the dick here!"

"Doesn't mean if you don't have one, you won't get turned on! I can control my erection very well thank you very much!"

"If I do get turned on, I won't be turned on by you!"

"Oh, so who turns you on?"

Isabelle closed her mouth. "No one," she shook her head.

"Don't lie to me," I said. "I know when you are lying, Isabelle. C'mon, tell me the truth. I told you mine already, right?"

She hesitated, but in the end gave up.