C u r t i s
"How are you and Duane?" Dos asked making me looked away from my phone and turn to him.
"We're fine. Why do you ask?"
I sat up and looked at the time. It was eleven in the evening and I was busy stalking Duane on his i********: which he doesn't have a lot of posts.
"Can't I ask? Duane's my friend and you're my best friend." Dos said and pulled the blanket up to his chin. "How was your heat? I always forget to ask you about it."
Dos and I don't have these kinds of awkward late-night conversations before. We usually have our own world around this time, either playing mobile games or scrolling through the net.
"Like I will tell you." I laid back down.
"I am only curious. I haven't met someone who underwent heat before. I never thought my best friend would."
"Heat is heat w
