We all lead such elaborate lives. We don't know whose words are true. Strangers lovers, husbands, wives; hard to know who's loving who. Sherie bolted upright in bed; she had had that dream again. It was two voices, a man's and a woman's, coming from a tomb or something as a gentle light shone from the tomb. Quite frankly, the dream was flipping Sherie out. Sherie climbed out of bed, and stumbled into the shower. Maybe she should see someone about these dreams.
Heather felt someone sit on the edge of her bed. After about a minute, Schele began to nudge her leg.
"Aida! Aida!" she hissed. Groaning, Heather sat up. Suddenly, what Schele had called her registered in her head.
"What did you call me?" she asked.
"I remember, Aida. I remember it all." A huge smile was plastered across Heather's face as she gave her best friend a hug.
"I told you that I wasn't making it up. The two friends broke apart.
"I should have believed you." Schele sat on Heather's bed, and they talked about what they remembered from their other lives.
The following morning, Adam trudged out of his bedroom. He immediately got himself some coffee. Damian was sitting at the cluttered kitchen table reading the sports page.
"Did you really see her yesterday?" he asked Adam completely out of the blue. Adam sat down across from his best friend.
"What are you talking about, Damian?"
"Last night, I had this dream, and I remember it all now. I woke up, and suddenly remembered everything you told me last night."
"And…" Damian sighed.
"I'm sorry."
"No, not that! You want to go out to dinner with them tonight?"
"Of course I do." Damian paused. "Adam, what, uh, what happened after I-" Adam knew what Damian was asking.
"Aida, Heather, and I were tried for treason. Amneris made it so we were buried alive together," he replied as he stared at his coffee. "And now we're here."
"What about Amneris? Did you come to terms with her in the end?" Adam nodded.
"In the end we did, but it was too late." Adam paused. "Wouldn't she be here with us? I mean, there's the four of us, but what about her?"
"You're asking questions I don't know the answer to." Adam sighed. He finished his coffee, and went to go get dressed.
Heather stood in front of the mirror fixing her hair for the millionth time. Watching from the doorway was Schele.
"You look fine," she said. "I've told you that at least a dozen times." Heather tucked a braid behind her ear, and grabbed her purse. "Ready?" She nodded.
"Ready as I'll ever be." Both girls grabbed their jackets, and left to go meet Adam and Damian.
As soon as Heather saw Damian, she rushed over to him, and gave him a warm hug. Damian immediately returned the hug.
"It's good to see you again, Princess," he whispered in Heather's ear. Heather pulled away from her friend.
"Good to see you too." Adam wrapped his arm around Heather's waist, and kissed the top of her head. The foursome sat in one of the free booths, and began to talk.
Not once during dinner did the subject change to Egypt. Both Schele and Damian could see the happiness on Adam and Heather's faces. Anyone passing by the table would have thought that the four were lifelong friends.
After dinner, Schele suggested, "Adam, Heather, why don't you guys go back to our place for the night?" Heather looked skeptical.
"Where will you stay?" she asked. Schele shrugged.
"I'll get a hotel room or something."
"Nonsense, you can come over to my place," said Damian. Heather and Adam looked at each other. They were both eager to spend some real time together.
"Okay, why not?" Adam said, he took Heather's hand.
"We'll be by around eleven or so," Damian told the couple. Heather waved, and she and Adam left.
Damian and Schele walked through the park towards the guys' apartment. The cool night air whipped around the pair; Schele rubbed her arms in an attempt to warm up some.
"You cold?" Damian asked.
"Just a little." Damian pulled off his leather jacket, and handed it to Schele. Thunder rumbled overhead.
"You sure?" Damian nodded.
"Yeah, take it." Schele pulled on the jacket. Lighting split the sky, and thunder rocked the Earth. The skies suddenly opened, and it began to pour. "Come on!" Damian called as he grabbed Schele's hand. The two bolted out of the park, and into the cramped doorway of the first building they got to. Damian looked out at the pouring rain. "Man I hate the rain!" he exclaimed.
"Let's wait until it slows down some," Schele begged. Damian consented. When Schele rested her head on his shoulder, he realized how close together they were standing.
Heather and Adam burst into the apartment laughing. They were both soaked. Adam pulled Heather close, and kissed her passionately. They stood there kissing until their brains were screaming for oxygen.
"I'm, uh, going to get into some dry clothes," Heather said quietly. Adam followed her to her bedroom. "Make yourself at home." Heather grabbed shorts and a T-shirt, and went to go change in the bathroom. When she returned several minutes later, Adam was in his boxers and an undershirt, looking around a little. "Where are your clothes?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.
"I hate wet clothes. Is that okay with you?" Heather kissed Adam's shoulder blade.
"I'm not protesting." Adam looked at a medallion on Heather's dresser; it was the Eye of Horus.
"This is like the one I gave you."
"It was a gift from Schele. I have a tattoo like that on my shoulder blade too." Adam replaced the piece of jewelry, and turned around.
"A tattoo? I'd like to see that tattoo of yours." Adam's lips came crashing down on Heather's. Lips locked, the couple stumbled over to the bed.
Slowly, Heather opened her eyes. She was lying next to Adam with her head on his chest. She lightly ran her fingertip over the tattoo on his chest, the Egyptian hieroglyphic symbol for an "A." Heather peered over Adam, and looked at the alarm clock next to her bed. Schele and Damian would be there soon. Heather kissed Adam's chest.
"Adam," she whispered sweetly in his ear. "Adam. Schele and Damian will be here soon." Groaning, Adam rested his hand on the small of Heather's back.
"Five more minutes," he mumbled. Heather wrapped her arms around Adam's neck, and drifted back off to sleep.
Schele opened the apartment door, and exclaimed, "Heather! Adam! We're here! Heather? Adam?" Schele began to look around. When she saw her best friend's closed door, she began to bang on it. "Get up, and please get some clothes on!" Heather's head jerked up. Schele wouldn't stop banging on the door.
"We're up, we're up!" cried Heather. Schele stopped banging on the door. Both Adam and Heather sat up.
"What time is it?" Adam asked. Heather pulled the blanket on the bed up to her chest, and looked the clock.
"11:30." Adam stroked her arm.
"You know, I never did see that tattoo of yours." Heather smiled as Adam began to kiss her. He deepened the kiss, and they fell back against the pillowed. Heather entwined her fingers with Adam's hair, and pressed their lips even harder together. Schele banging on the door caused the couple to jump apart. "She's really getting on my nerves." Heather laughed as Adam got up. "Damn! My clothes are still wet!" Heather got up and got dressed.
"Here, give them to me. I'll go put them in the dryer downstairs." Adam handed over his clothes.
"And what am I supposed to wear until my clothes are dry?" Heather shrugged.
"Be creative." Adam watch open mouthed as Heather slipped out of the room. Sighing, he pulled on his boxers, and sat on the bed.
"Here's one of them," Damian said when he saw Heather. "Where's Adam?" Heather tucked a loose braid behind her ear.
"His clothes are still wet, and he doesn't have anything to wear." Damian handed Heather a backpack.
"Here are some dry clothes for him."
"Aren't you sweet?" Damian rolled his eyes as Heather went to go give Adam his clothes. Several minutes later, they joined Damian in the other room.
"I take it last night wore you both out," he said, earning him a whack from Adam. "What?"
"You're so immature," Heather replied as she turned on the coffee pot. "Where's Schele?"
"Getting dressed." Heather leaned against the counter casually.
"So, what did you two do last night?"
"That is none of your business." Both Adam and Heather were interested at this point.
"You're forgetting, I'm a Princess." Damian snorted and shook his head back and forth.
"Not anymore."
"Maybe not, but I'm the one controlling the coffee pot, and who gets coffee." Adam laughed.
"She's got you there, Damian," he said.
"Women," Damian muttered under his breath. Heather smirked as she began to dig around the kitchen for something for them to eat for breakfast.
Sherie shook her head as she walked down the street. She had to be going crazy! First that dream of hers, and now this address that kept repeating in her mind. Sherie entered the apartment building, and mounted the steps. What would she say when she got there? Hey, this address just popped in my head, and won't go away, so I decided to check it out? That would just have to do. Sighing, Sherie knocked on the door. She could hear voice and the TV on the other side. After a few seconds, the door opened.
"Aida?"
A/N: Contest! Where did the character names that I use come from? Also, if you want to see what Heather and Adam's tattoos look like, check out my profile (bottom two links). Much love!
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