Heaven And Hell novel Chapter 3

God, me and my imagination.

I really hadn't seen who the bottle was pointing at, but I had a good feeling where it ended up. Sure enough, my eyes trailed from the bottle, to the floor, toward Michael.

The day couldn't get any better.

With a grumble and a few fluent curses, I pulled Viv by the arm, practically yanking her to my side. "I am not going in that closet" -- I jabbed a finger toward Viv's large, walk-in armoire -- "with that jerk!" -- I pointed at Michael.

I blinked. He wasn't where he was anymore.

"Well I really don't want to go inside a damn closet with a nuisance like you, too," Viv and I heard someone say in an ominously low voice near my ear.

From far away, I kid you not, it really looked like he was whispering something sweet and endearing to me, but up close, it was totally different.

I didn't want to go inside the closet with Michael! I'd practically blown my boogers at his face, which was really embarrassing but I chose not to think about that at the moment! Or ever.

"Now just come with me," he continued to whisper in a silky voice, "stay in the closet for seven horrible minutes, and be done with it."

My eyes rounded. "You actually want to stick your tongue down my throat?" I squeaked.

He rolled his eyes. "As if I'd do that. Don't get your hopes up. You might just sneeze in my face again -- with extra snot." He mock-shivered, making me jam his shoe with my fist.

My hand stung a little, but I continued my unwavering evil eye at him.

"Enough staring at my glorious presence and come with me."

Did I mention he had such a huge ego, too?

Hmm, I guess not.

I thought he was going to offer his hand for me to grab, but he didn't. Not that I was expecting that, really. but I was planning that if he did proffer his hand, I'd slap his hand away and stand up myself. Then I also remembered he was no gentleman. Michael didn't make it difficult for me to get up on my feet myself since he just turned around and went for the closet. I got up and stormed toward the same direction.

"Uhhh, guys?" I heard Viv call out to Michael and me.

"WHAT?!" we both snapped, looking over our shoulders.

"The closet's this way." She pointed to a white door with a violet, crystal-cut knob.

"But that's not your closet!" I protested, waving an arm toward the place. "I don't even know what's inside that door."

Viv nodded in understanding but she was smiling, the traitor. "I know. But my walk-in closet is locked. Off-limits, actually. My collection's too precious to be disrupted by hormone-driven teenagers making out wildly and passionately."

This statement made everyone -- except me and Michael -- laugh.

"So the Seven Minutes in Heaven room is here" -- she pointed to the single door in the corner again -- "which is a smaller...more crammed...closet."

I was imagining her now.

On a tiny boat, holes on the wood, sharks surrounding her all around. She had no lifejacket -- just her bikini with nothing to protect her.

Let's pop Frederick in, shall we? Since he was laughing right now in the room with everybody else. Rewrite!

Viv and Frederick were hugging each other for dear life, quaking in fear as their tiny rubber ducky boat slowly sunk to the ground.

Viv's hands were shaking in fright, and when Frederick saw the horror in her blue eyes, he puffed out his chest and took his mighty ping-pong stick out of his back pocket, swatting the hammerheads like flies on a hot summer day.

"Take that, you filthy slimes!" Frederick roared, ping-ponging the sharks all the way with his mighty ping-pong stick. "And that, and that, and that!"

I could totally be a writer. I was so imaginative and creative with the plots and stuff. But too bad Viv and Frederick were still here, definitely not on a rubber ducky boat. Also, Frederick didn't play ping-pong. He couldn't even understand the game at all, much less play it. Of that, I was sure.

I plodded my feet on the wooden floor with heavy footsteps, shooting daggers in Viv and Frederick's direction. Frederick shrugged; Vivian pursed her lips, containing her laughter.

"I'll kill you for this!" I hissed as I passed by.

"I'll survive!"

Ignoring her jibe, I pulled the door to the small closet, opening it with a bang, then I got inside.

Holy crap, the closet was smaller than I thought! It was about two feet in width, and six-something feet in height.

I swear, I'd seriously take Frederick and Viv to a lost island and curse the day they were born. Even I saw Michael's eyes widen in shock and horror. There was nothing inside, just the two of us that would contain the closet.

"Yes, you did!"

"I did what?" I believed he scowled.

"Touch me!"

"No, I didn't," he said through gritted teeth.

"Yes, you -- OW!" I said, yelping from the pain I felt in my arm, gritting my teeth together.

"What now?" I heard him snap.

"Did you just pinch my arm in a very harassing way?"

"Maybe I did. Now," he ground out, "shut up before I kiss you and make this a real Seven Minutes in Heaven for you."

"You wouldn't," I hissed dangerously, backing away but failing since I was leaning on the wall already.

"I would, if you start talking again."

I gasped. "I --"

But I couldn't finish what I was saying. He was already too busy yanking me in his arms and kissing me just to shut me up.

This wasn't Seven Minutes in Heaven.

This was going to be my whole seven minutes in hell.

If I was feeling anything at all right now, I would have to say that my body was tingling.

Everywhere.

It was as if the life was sucked out of me (talking in a literal sense here), and my knees were growing quite weak from the sensations that were being given to me. It felt good and just...amazing.

Hell, this was my first (okay, second, but whatever) kiss in my entire life. Surely this was wrong and I shouldn't really be feeling this great?