“Remind me again why we're friends with you?” berated Ben, throwing Malcolm an annoyed look with a cringing nose.

“Oh, I know.” Ben started, “Because we're awesome and you never suck.” 

Ben laughed at his own attempt. This guy. How can he even include such thing on a situation where his friend's almost having a penic attack?

“Gross, Ben.” I said, throwing him the closest pillow I could grab.

A little sigh escaped Malcolm's lips. He looked desperate and frustrated– desperate to leave and slam the door in front of us, frustrated because of the situation he got himself into. Poor guy. If it weren't for his favorite book Ben kidnapped, I am definitely sure he'd walked out the room minutes ago. Oh, the disadvantages of being a bookworm with jerk-friends.

“Just give me back my book, Ben.”Malcolm heaved a sigh.

“Chill, you guys.” I told them. 

“Oh, I'm chilling alright.” said Ben, laying down on the bed this room has to over. “It's Malcolm here who's got to chill.”

“Everybody's doing this.” said Ben. “It's safe.”

“I'm pretty sure your definiton of everyboy isn't everybody else's everybody.” replied Malcolm, giving off a shrug.

Malcolm stood up, faced the door and started walking away. “You know what? I'm out of here.”

As if on cue, Ben jumped off the bed and ran towards Malcolm, giving him an attack frim the back that caused both of them lying on the floor.

“You.. are.. getting laid today, Malcolm!We didn't hire.. a GRO for nothing! ” Ben managed to say despite Malcolm's attempts on fighting with him. They were both brawling on the floor. Lucky for me, I'm just here. Laying on the bed while watching them fight. Such a good friend I am, really.

It took both of them a while to calm down. They only stopped clawing each other when the knob started to turn.

All eyes were on the door, waiting for what's there to be seen. Surprisingly, my watched flickered. It was beeping, releasing shades of red and yellow. It was also turning hot. Gradually, slowly, the heat was starting to consume me. I forgot about this watch. It counted down, never knew what it was really for. My mom, though, said it was this watch that led her to Dad. She gave it to me for she was scared, scared of what the watch has to tell.Soulmates, she said.

As the door started to open, the watch was growing hotter. With ine turn of a knob, a fair skinned skinny girl came into the room. Her eyes were black, a deep intense shade if black. Curls were dangling from her shiny blonde hair. Her face was utterly covered with makeup, the darkest shade of red I ever saw on those small lips. My eyes roamed down, mouth hanging slightly open with the witness of those perfect breast, covered only by a thin fabric– you can see almost everything. She was almost stark naked, only those little fabric covering every inch of her body. She had a seductive smile, a smile that says 'I'm used to this'. 

“Hi.” she said, licking those small luscious lips.

At that moment, I understood why Mom was scared of the watch.