"My mom told me every day
To always be careful of guys
Because love is like playing with fire
I’ll get hurt
My mom might be right
Because when I see you, my heart gets hot
Because rather than fear
My attraction to you is bigger
I can’t stop this trembling
On and on and on
I wanna throw my all
Into your world
Look at me look at me now
You are burning me up like this
I can’t turn it off
Our love that’s like playing with fire
My love is on fire
Now burn baby burn
Playing with fire
My love is on fire
So don’t play with me boy
Playing with fire
Oh no, I’ve already come too far
Suddenly, none of this is a game anymore
Love is like red fire
Blow, wind, so the fire will grow
Is this medicine or poison? Not even my mom knows
There’s a robber in my heart but why don’t the police know?
Pour out your oil in my burning heart
kiss him will I diss him
I don’t know but I miss him
This is past addiction, this love is crack
The color of my heart is black
I can’t stop this trembling
On and on and on
I wanna throw my all
Into your fiery path
Look at me look at me now
You are burning me up like this
I can’t turn it off
Our love that’s like playing with fire
My love is on fire
Now burn baby burn
Playing with fire
My love is on fire
So don’t play with me boy
Playing with fire
I can’t control it
This fire path is spreading too quickly
Don’t stop me
So this love can burn up this night" -Playing With Fire
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A S H
"Wha-What? You want to join?" I asked, confused of what she just said.
"I want to join, you and Harry. Just for two weeks." She cleared out.
But it was still confusing. Why? How?
"But why do you possibly want to join? Obviously, you're a police right now. And, if you're not stupid, I know you pretty sure know what I mean." I said, furrowing my eyebrows before opening the refridgerator and getting juice.
"It's boring. And besides, I am still a trainee. Not exactly a police yet." She said as a matter of factly.
"Yes. But still, why?" I asked before taking a sip.
"Because what you do looks fun and all. And I want an adventure." She said, taking the glass from me and gulping it down.
Her childish answer made me scoff.
Fun? Even I don't just do this for fun. I have another reason, I have to live am I right?
And that's how I get money.
Courtney needs to go to the mental hospital, I swear.
"So? What do you say?" She smiled widely.
I sat down and put my hand under my chin, I mean, what's the worst that can happen?
I can kill her either way. If she causes trouble.
"Ugh. Fine. But as you said, only two weeks. After that, nothing else should be heard from you okay?" I pointed at her before preceeding to walk upstairs.
"Thank you!" She shouted.
I forgot to give her a room.
She can live, I smirked to myself.
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-A week later-
It's been a week with her joining us.
And so far, so good. She hasn't spoken even once to the police, she hasn't disobeyed a single rule.
But there's this feeling, that sooner or later, things are too good to be true.
Just like the fact that I still don't have the answers to my questions.
We were sitting in the living room while Harry was upstairs sleeping.
He didn't get much sleep last night and I wonder why.
"Hey, you." I pointed to her.
She looked up and asked me what.
"I have 3 questions." I rested my elbow on the armchair.
"What happened when in your fake death? Can you explain?" I asked.
Her face went pale for a second but she regained it back and put a smile on her face.
"I didn't die. That girl they found was someone else. But luckily, they didn't autopsy it for they didn't care much." She stopped looking down at her hands.
"It's because I wanted to get away from my parents. They didn't treat me well. They're plastic to others. So I did that. Someone helped me though. Someone I would forever thank." She said with a smile forming on her lips.
"Second question. Who is it?" I asked. I was getting more and more interested.
"Her name is Gemma. She dosen't have parents. That's what she told me. But she had 2 guardians, but I can't tell who. When I went away, I saw a big house in the city and a girl outside, crying. I went up to her, then she told stories and such. Then, promised to help me." She said.
"Oh okay. But that name sounds familiar." I said but I couldn't point out where I heard that.
"Last. Why are you here?"
"I told you. I wanted to join you and that I wanted to talk to you." She said.
And then Harry came downstairs.
"Let's cook. I am hungry as hell." He said while rubbing his eyes.
He dosen't look that bad after he wakes up though.
Just saying.
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ooohhh remember Gemma? ;)
you'll get the story later on u promise, it'll clear up :))))
ITS SHORT AND I HATE MYSELF FOR THAT -.-
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