Mira and I are outside in front of our house with her leaning against the van and with me standing in front of her.

We've been talking. Mainly about our future and about her hanging out with Marisol and her crew. It bothers me a bit because Marisol has been constantly trying to get with me. Marisol is the type of girl that sees something and will do everything in her power to get it.

In this case it's me.

And Marisol hates Mira and vice versa. Or at least it was like that before they started hanging around with each other. She's the head cheerleader, has a bitchy attitude, and I'm willing to bet that she's already slept with the football team.

I acknowledge that Marisol is beautiful since she has long dark hair, flawless skin, blue eyes and a nice it's her personality that I hate.

And why now is she being all buddy buddy with my girlfriend?

Not cool. Mira says Marisol is actually a nice girl and she's just misunderstood. I'm betting that Marisol said that just so Mira can trust her.

We've fought about it. With us yelling our heads off. Mira defends her, I say she's blind. It's all we've been talking about lately. We haven't slept in the same bed for the past two weeks now.

She's too pissed at me and I'm too pissed at her.

Today, miraculously, we haven't fought but that's because I haven't bought up Marisol.

"I'm not pissed at you." She says calmly. I would've believed she got over it...if I didn't know her better.

"I know you're still pissed at me but I don't trust her."

"Why?" She asks, staring dead at my eyes. "Because she flirts with you?"

"Partly yes but she hates you. You were the one who called her a bitch because she kept making fun of you."

She shrugs.

I sigh. I don't want to start another fight.

"People change, Simon. I judged her wrong. You don't know what she goes through."

"And you do?" I say, raising my voice.

I hate raising my voice but Mira makes it impossible for me to keep my cool when we talk about Marisol.

"Enough to know she's suffering."

"Mira," I groan.

"What is your problem? I gave her a chance. Maybe you should do the same." She says with a hint of anger in her voice.

She's probably right. But I still don't like how Mira is spending all her time with Marisol instead of me. I'm probably jealous or selfish but still.

It had to be Marisol.

"I'm just afraid that you're going to get hurt." I say softly.

She softens.

"I know." We don't look at each other but I don't want to talk about Marisol right now.

"Let's not talk about her right now, ok?"

She takes a while before answering.

"Ok."

I lean down to kiss her but she places her hand on my chest, stopping me.

"We have an audience." She says, gesturing her chin to our house.

I look and see silhouettes in the windows. I turn back to Mira.

"Just kiss me." I say.

"I told you, we have an audience," she says.

I shrug. "I don't care. Let's give them something worth watching. My back is facing them, so they won't see much."

She wraps her arms around my neck.

I moan, loving the feeling of her body leaning against mine. It's dark and quiet outside with only the streetlights giving off a yellow glow. Mira knows how to get me fired up with a mere touch of her lips, and she definitely uses that to her advantage.

Her soft lips brush against mine, over and over. We start making out. Good thing my back is hiding our hot embrace. I tangle my hands into her hair and she sighs against my lips.

God I've missed her.

One hand stays in her hair while the other goes down to her waist and press her harder against me. Her arms are still locked around my neck and it tightens when I push my pelvis to hers.

We pull away for air and we're breathing hard.

"Maybe," She says, her cool breath touching my face. "Tonight, you can sleep in my bed."

I chuckle. "I'm not letting you sleep."

She shakes her head and kisses me passionately.