I pull away from our kiss approximately 5 hours later (well, being superhuman does have some perks).

Billy is all red in the face, and his lips are all fat and delicious from the sheer intensity of the kiss. I frown, wondering if I went too hard on him. Of course, I have to mess things up with a too intense kiss. WHY??

"Are you okay? Did I go too hard on you?" I question nervously.

He chuckles huskily. "No, it was amazing. And it isn't the only thing that's hard..."

I look down to see basically a boulder in his pants.

I blush uglyly, my face in the most delicate shade of pink. I cover up my hideous face with my hands. Billy Bob doesn't deserve to see such filth.

"Hey, muffin, don't cover your face. I love it when you blush. It's sexy."

I blush even more, and he starts laughing.

"I love you, babe," he whispers hotly.

My eyes widen in shock as he starts sucking on my neck. I grimace. It's all slimy and wet and cold and icky, and it feels like... Spit.

I merely glance at the top of his active head, and he suddenly goes flying off of me.

Why can I do that? It's not fair. I can fend for myself without a care in the world, while others have to struggle to keep up with me! It's not fair to the poor serial killers.

"What?" he mumbles.

"It was nasty." I reply.

He blinks.

I make a face.

"Sorry," he mumbles. "Ill just go now..." 

"No! Don't go! I wuv you so much! Don't leave me!"

His face softens, but he gets up from his position in front of me, and he silents leaves. 

I break out bawling, and I text Ariana through my brain to her phone.

Come, bebe, i need suport now. i am in denial. 

Two milliseconds later Ariana replies.

Sory, bebe, im on a date wth Harry Styles right now. I hope you feel better :)

How could she! That's the principal! And he's, like, 90! 

U perv! 

Im not a perv! I hate u! Were done.

Fine!

Fine!

In tears, I hurl out the door and fly into the sky. Not being able to see where I'm going, I smash into a flock of fat ol' geese and fall into the middle of the highway and get crushed by a truck. The last thing I hear are the sounds of sirens that automatically know where I am and arrive after two seconds of me being battered. Then I faint. 

A/N The top was actually pretty awkward to write... GAH