Star's Point of View:
"Babe, I told you not to worry about it. She's probably fine. So you missed a few phone calls this week, I'm sure it's not the end of the world," Fane says to me as I try to get up from the bed. I glare at him. "Fane, this is Stace. She's my best friend, and last time I checked, she was your best friend too. I'm telling you, something's off. I can just feel it, ya know?" I say, concerned. He grunts and gets out of bed. "Fiiiiineee, have it your way. Go and make your phone call," he says, in an over exaggerated manner. I chuckle, "You're such a baby." He rushes over to me so fast, my breath catches and before I know it, I'm in his arms, in a pose similar to the one of us when we nearly kissed in the kitchen that one time. He whispers and his breath touches my face, "W
