Selena's POV

"Okay, pick one." I told Kyle as we walked down the street.

"Any one?" He asked as he walked sideways, facing the rows of houses. I followed him closely behind. Only I wasn't walking like a retard.

"Yeah," I nodded. "But preferably a house that's empty."

"Why would you wanna rob an empty house?" He scratched his head and frowned. I rolled my eyes.

"No. I mean, like nobody's home, idiot."

"Oh," We kept walking in silence as he scanned every house we passed. I shoved my hand into my pockets, growing impatient.

"Can you pick one already?" I asked, exasperated as I folded my arms across my chest.

"Sorry, geez. I wanna make sure the house is empty, okay. I'm not some skilled criminal who can rob a house full of people."

"Whatever." He didn't stop talking. He kept going on and on about random, pointless stuff. I regretted rushing him. It seemed like after he starts talking, he won't shut up. I rolled my eyes, and pictured myself straggling him, shooting him. I wanted to ditch him. But I didn't. I have no idea why. Although it was just a few minutes, it felt like years.

"Wait." He stopped suddenly, his hand pointing to the house on our right. "This one."

"You sure this house is empty?" I sneered, mocking him but he didn't seem to notice.

"Oh, I know it is. A group of boys stays here and they're very loud 24/7. It's so irritating." He frowned, his eyebrows colliding over his nose. I scoffed. Like he's the one to talk. "But see, it's quiet and all the lights are off."

"Awesome." I walked to the door, the corners of my lips twitching into a smile. "Should I pick the lock or break the window?"

"Let's break the fucking window!" He shouted, jumping.

"Great." I fought the smile creeping upon my lips as I made my way to the window. I tapped the window lightly, trying to see how hard it was. It wasn't that hard. I bet I could easily break it with my bare hands. I raised my fist and pulled it back, getting ready to strike the window.

"Oh!" Kyle shouted suddenly, making me turn back to face him.

"What?"

"I'll get something hard to break that…" He looked around the ground. "Maybe a rock…" Oh my god. I'd rather punch his face. I rolled my eyes and once again, concentrated on the window. There was a fine art of breaking things in without injuring yourself. Concentration... I swung my fist.

"Found one!" At the exact moment, my fist came in contact with the glass, shattering it into a million pieces. Kyle jumped back and dropped the rock, startled by my sudden action.

"Yes!" I clenched and unclenched my fist repeatedly as I shook it, ridding the pain. I inspected my knuckles, at least there's no blood.

"Holy fuck balls…" He stared at the broken glass scattered on the floor. I stood back, relishing my work as I smiled wide. I was slightly surprised I managed to break that in one try. Maybe the glass wasn't as hard as I thought it was.

"You coming?" I stepped through the broken window carefully, smiling at the sound of the glass crackling under my feet.

"Uh, yeah…"

"I'll look upstairs." I called over my shoulder as I entered the stairwell.

"Kay." His reply was followed by a loud crash and cursing. I shook my head, deciding not to bother about him. I took the stairs slowly, a step at a time. I swung open the first door I saw. It was a bedroom. Twin beds and four mattresses on the floor surrounding them. The place was a pigsty. Paper was scattered everywhere. There was a pile of pizza boxes in the corner. It didn't look like there was anything worth stealing here. I left and proceeded to the next door.

Jesus. I stepped backward, my hand releasing the doorknob. A warm, reddish light from the street was filtering through the window, lighting up the bed.

There was someone sleeping on it. A girl.

I stepped forward and froze. My heart stopped beating. I stopped breathing. Brain function shut down.

She was gorgeous.

I turned my eyes to the door and then back to the bed again. I found myself frozen at the spot, debating whether or not to leave. My eyes were glued to the sleeping figure. I would just look at her. That would be okay, wouldn't it?

I crept a little closer silently, terrified of making the slightest bit of noise and waking up the sleeping beauty. Her head was turned to the side, facing the window and her silky brown hair was splayed out on the pillow. Her face was serene and lovely beyond description. Though it was partly covered by her hair. Her body left a shadow on the white cotton. I felt like a stalker, watching her sleep. I chuckled slightly to myself for ending up in this Twilight-like scene. I hate vampires. Especially sparkling ones. I shook the thought out of my head and came closer.

I slowly reached my hand out. I ran my fingers along her cheek and forehead before tucking her hair behind her ear. I could see her beautiful face clearer now. As my head hovered over her, I took my hand and touched my first two fingers to her elbow then drew them in an air-light caress up t her shoulder. Her skin was so soft. I smiled and looked up to her face once more, my fingers still resting on her shoulder. Light freckles painted over her cheeks; paler down her jaw line.

Her eyelids flickered. My eyes widened and I jumped back, holding my breath. I didn't know why I didn't run. I was rooted to the floor, my eyes never leaving the girl. She was still again. I took a step closer, even more carefully now. Why wasn't she freaking out?

Oh, thank god. Her eyes were still closed. I sighed in relief and smiled. I knew I should leave the room before she really does wake up. But I didn't. My eyes wandered down her neck.

Oh Christ! Look at that body.

I had to look away. I made myself take a few steps backwards and put my hands over my face to regain my composure. I had to leave.

"Kyle! Let's go!" I shouted as I ran down the stairs.

"Huh? What?" He looked up from his crouched position in the middle of the thrashed living room. I walked towards him while looking around, my eyes wide. He stood up, his expression changing from confused to just a cheeky smile full of mischief.

"What did you do?"

"I destroyed this place." He replied, flashing me a crooked smile. "What do you think?"

"Are you crazy?" I whisper-shouted, grabbing him by his sleeves. I pulled him towards the door as he tried to pry my hands of him.

"What?" He tugged on his sleeve, hoping I'd let go. I didn't. But I did stop walking and gave him my deathly glare.

"Just grab whatever you want and let's bail." I hissed and released him roughly, throwing him off balance for a second. He managed to stop himself from falling and rubbed his shoulder.

"Now?"

"Yes, now!" I shouted and pushed him to the bag that he stuffed with whatever.

"Okay, gezz." He walked towards the bag, scratching his head. "Why are you whispering?"

"There's a girl upstairs idiot!"

"What?" He shouted as he swung the bag over his shoulder. His eyes grew wide. I didn't need to say anything else before he was bolting for the door. He sprinted down the street to the park, most probably. I followed closely behind. He runs pretty fast for a guy with the strength of a potato. We dashed past the houses till we were at the park one again. He reached there first.

"What you get?" Kyle asked, setting down the bag on the fountain. I jogged over to him, looking around.

"Nothing." He looked at me like he couldn't believe it, but I guess he got over it.

"That's all right." He grinned and opened his bag. Pursing my lips, I took a look inside. Lots of cash and jewelry filled it. And food. There was even a gun.

"Where'd you get this?" I asked, picking up the gun and studying it. It was a semi-automated pistol.

"Oh, I just found it in one if the kitchen drawers." I nodded and shoved it into the bag again, looking around to make sure nobody had seen that. Luckily, the park was empty.

"So," He started, looking up at me. "Who was the girl upstairs?"

"I don't know!" I laughed, sitting next to him.

"Was she hot?"

"Very."

Joe's POV

I wonder if I could drown in hair. Taylor's hair is long and lush and altogether beautiful to look at. Breathing through it was a different story. No matter how I turned in the narrow bed, I always seemed to end up with a suffocating curtain of gold spilling over my face. I pushed her hair aside, breathing in deeply.

Taylor murmured something and snuggled against me. Her soft skin felt extraordinarily warm. I was in a post-sex daze. Sleep was slowly creeping over me. But I couldn't fall asleep. I couldn't stay here. I'll just have to wait till she's asleep to leave. I settled myself against her warm softness and brushed my lips against her blonde hair. And for a split second, I imagined them brown.

A loud buzzing noise began to sound. Groaning, I flapped my arm at the bedside table where I knew I left my phone on. But I couldn't quite feel it. I propped myself on one elbow and reached out to grab it.

"Mmm…" Taylor rolled over and brushed her lips on my bare back. "Make that stop."

"Yeah, sure." I rubbed my eyes and looked at the screen. Nick? He barely calls me. Especially when he knows I'm with a girl.

"What do you want, Nick?" I asked into the phone as softly as I could, glancing at Taylor. She's already fallen asleep.

"Someone broke into our house." All remains of after-sex sleepiness was blown away in an instant.

"What?" I wasn't particularly worried about anything in the house, just that one person we left there. "Is Demi okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine." I breathed in a low, sigh if relief.

"Good."

"Yeah, but our money's gone, the place is thrashed and I think they raided she raided the kitchen too."

"She?" I repeated. How could a girl do all that by herself?

"Yeah, according to Demi, it was a girl."

"Did she see her?" I questioned, looking back at Taylor. She was awake, and sitting up slowly. Dammit. I woke her.

"Joe? " Taylor called out in a voice that was half a yawn. "Who's on the phone?"

"Nobody." I answered quickly. " Go back to sleep." I lowered my voice and spoke into the phone again.

"Anything else?"

"We're not sure." I squeezed the phone in my hand and sighed.

"All right." I said in a low tone. "I'll be right there."