The Devils Heat

Chapter 6

Akari sat herself down onto the road barrier fence, holding her hand out, for Mira to grab.

She wiped away the last of her tears, and took her hand. She spun and sat next to Akari, leaning her head onto her shoulder, tracing imaginary shapes into her knuckles. The dimmess did nothing to dim the beautiful life in Miras' eyes.

"Wanna eat out?"

"W-what? Where?" Mira asked both alarmed and blushing.

"Get your mind outta the gutter, baby."

Mira said nothing, only closing her eyes for a moment. "I'm happy, but... it's just..." She looked Akari in the eyes. "I have no idea what comes next. There's nothing I'd want more than getting married to you... I'm just a little scared."

"Aww. You know, I think my moms loves you more than she does me," she sighed, playing with the ring on her girlfriend's hand. "We've-"

Suddenly, they both heard barking laughter. They whipped their heads towards the voices.

Mira felt Akari tighten her grip onto her hand tightened, and place an arm around Mira's shoulders, pulling her into the warmth. "Who the hell's gonna be walking around this late at night?" she yawned. "In an empty street too."

"Neither of us can be talking."

The owners of the voices finally showed. A group of four, three guys, 1 girl, all looking eerily familiar, and just as wasted. The guy in front repeatedly pushed back his wavy dark brown hair, with an arm wrapped around who seemed to be his girlfriend. He wore a sweatshirt on top of baggy jeans, which were drenched with some kind of liquid; probably alcohol from the looks of the group. His girl wore a pretty cropped varsity jacket and a matching mini, as she stumbled over her white heels. One of the others wore a layered flannel, the other wearing ugly khaki-colored shorts onto a black long-sleeved shirt, carrying a skateboard. Goodness, who taught these 2 how to dress? The one in a flannel's eyes lit up as he made eye contact with Akari.

Akari pressed a kiss into Miras temple, eyes fierce, warning them to leave.

"Damn Akari? That you?"

She just wanted some time alone with her and her girlfriend. Why wouldn't it ever work?

The one in the front went "Duudee," his words slurred together. "That is herr."

Mira looked up. "Who are they?" she blinked the tiredness out of her eyes. They were close enough now, to hear even the small voice of hers.

"Aww, Mira.. don't you remember us?" The girl asked. She stumbled in front of them, letting go of her boyfriend. Her dark brown curly hair, which was slightly frizzed, swung into her face as she pushed it off.

Akari bit in "Leave." It was a single word.

Mira picked her head up off of Akari's shoulder, giving the girl her infront of her, her full attention, and ignoring Akari's suggestion to them. Mira hummed, thinking. "You look familiar... From high school?" She asked.

"Mmhmm," A deeper voice hummed, right next to her. It was the guy who had her arm around her. "Samara," he reminded her.

Then he ran his grease-slicked fingers through Miras' hair while standing at her side. "Remember me?"

Mira slightly recoiled at the touch. Mira's face started to deadpan. "Alexandr?" she guessed. And her ribs tightened like a corset, cutting off her supply to air.

Suddenly Mira remembers their faces, sending her into a nauseous moment of panic.

A/N: Aww man! I ended up writing this all so late at night, and i'm exhausted.