Love, Live, Punch...

When your girlfriend wants you to shoot her.

I gulped.

"Another fight?"

"Yup." Dan answered.

"Oh, OK. Hands only?"

"No, they're bringing guns, well all of them apart from their gang leader. She doesn't need a gun." Mikey said.

"Ah, should I bring a gun?"

"To be on the save side, yes." Shawn answered. I nodded. I'd bring a gun, but I wouldn't shoot Heather. There was nothing on earth that would make me shoot Heather. I nodded and grabbed my gun from my drawer. Another fight with Heather. Sure, normal couples had fights, but not fights that you had to bring guns to. Fights where you might just throw a ring at her head. Nothing serious. 

"When is it?"

"Not 'till about five." Dan said. I nodded and returned back upstairs, pulling my phone out of my pocket. I called Heather.

"Hey Joe!" Her sweet, birds tweet voice said.

"Hi, listen, apparently there's another-"

"Fight tonight, I know. You bring a gun and shoot me. Don't worry, it won't hurt me. Just to show that nothing suspicious is going on." She said. I gulped. Maybe I could shoot her.

"No, I can't" I said.

"Yes you can, and if you don't, I'll shoot myself."

"What? No!"

"Then you shoot me. Don't worry, it will not hurt me. Even if you get me in the heart. I've got to much muscle in front my heart that it just shoves the bullet back out. I am Chuck Norris, after all." She said. I grinned to myself.

"Yeah, you are." I said, a chuckle in my voice.

"So you'll shoot me. In my arm at least." She said. I sighed.

"OK."

"Good, now, I've got to go, my friends are coming over. Three of them are new members to the gang you know."

"Cool, three more people I have to beat up, unless they're Chuck Norris, like you."

"No, one of them you could snap. She's anorexic."

"Oh, that's bad."

"Yeah... but anyway, I better go... Um, love you?" She said and then she hung up. I smiled, putting my phone back in my pocket. I entered my bedroom and sighed. Five o'clock. That's when I'd shoot her.