{Fire's POV}
Me and Moose have been playing around all day, and I have to say, he was good at pranking. That is, until he started to go too far.
He laid on the floor, almost lifelessly. He didn't make a sound, making me hold back tears and think he was dead.
He finally gets up after a few minutes, laughing. That bitch. He had me worried sick.
"Not funny, George!" I say, and he knows I only use his real name when I'm furious.
"C'mon, Fire, it was fun!" he says, poking my side.
I sigh and hold my hand out.
"Give me your love, now, I need to comfort myself."
"Over my body," he replies with a smirk.
"Isn't it suppose to go over my dead body?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow.
He pins me against the wall.
"No."
If you wanted Daniel, just imagine him instead of Moose :)
