Love Song (LGBTQ+) (COMPLETED)

37. Murder (Interlude 10)

Standing in the sand of the lake I'd visited with Grace so many times before, I watched all of her friends scatter around and collect the garbage cans that had been placed erratically around the lake itself. The same guy who gave Nathan the spray paint came up to them and seemed to douse them in some brown, almost earthy-colored liquid. It wasn't but a moment later that he struck a match and dropped it into one of them.

Before long, what sat in front of me was a raging fire made up from the garbage and whatever he had soaked the containers in. It was almost as if they were trying to recreate a makeshift Burning Man for themselves, all while enjoying the process of it. Even when society looked down on every last move they made, they all looked so carefree. None of them seemed to care if people judged them by how they looked or acted, yet I was left in the dust wondering just how they did it.

Sudden laughter forced my head to left, revealing a few guys lugging along bright blue and white ice chests full of what I would have assumed to be various drink, though I was willing to wager that isn't wasn't just soda and water. As they passed, Erin approached one of them and pulled out what looked to be two familiar glass bottles, brown and glossy. The same shade of brown, the same bottle that had essentially taken her away from me.

Erin stopped in front of me and raised the bottle up before lightly tapping its base against my forehead. "Come."

Just like so many nights and afternoons with Grace, I followed Erin along the water as the stars fought and fought to make their presence around us known as they died so far in the distance. The only difference was that the stars weren't the same with her not around. They never shined as brightly as they once did. The sky wasn't painted as clearly as it once was, foggy and hazy with the clouds that nature itself brought. Nothing seemed to look the same with her gone. The world around me had become gray. Dull. Just as dead as I felt.

After minutes of walking, I found myself in a secluded area filled with loose trees and rocks that seemed to be placed just as erratically as the garbage cans. With an easygoing smile, she turned and sat down on the sand as she brought the cap of the beer bottle to her teeth. A small cracking sound hit the air as she spit the cap out and handed that very same bottle to me, the one she had just opened.

I took the bottle and followed her lead as I sat down on the sand. Even if I just saw her open it, I was entirely weary of even thinking about drinking it. Had it been safe, or was I asking for the same thing to happen again?

As I brought the bottle to my lips, I caught her eyeing me while she pulled a small bag off her shoulder. "Something wrong?"

"Nada." she brought her knuckle to my jaw. "You're just a little cuter than I thought."

Erin's knuckle fell from my jaw, continuing down my neck and past my shoulder until the nail of her index finger was scratching my bare thigh. With the exception of Nathan's shirt, I hadn't been wearing much more than Erin was, and she knew it as she leaned forward with her other hand burying itself into my free left thigh. Inch by inch, she leaned inwards with her covered eyes and smile, leaving me unknowing of what she was going to do next.

Slithering up from my waist, her hands found the inside of my shirt and my stomach as she pushed upward, peeling my shirt up with those very fingers. Seconds within slow seconds passed until she tore both shirts off and dropped them into the sand, leaving me in just my bra and a very short pair of shorts. Erin brought her lips to my own and let her tongue invade my mouth as a spider-like smile slowly crawled across her face.

"Tasty." she murmured in between breaths, pulling away as her tongue traveled from my chin to the middle of my neck.

Erin's tongue hadn't decided to just stop at my neck as it fell past my collarbones and stopped just above my bared chest. While she tried to distract me with the tricks her mouth provided, the unbuttoning of my shorts went unnoticed as she ripped them down to my ankles in one fell swoop. One by one, Erin seemed to carefully pull them off and lob them with where my shirt had lied, leaving me in only my underwear all while she was still fully dressed.