Heather drifted over to the TV as if in a trance. Thanks to satellite TV, she was able to rewind the TV, and see what she had heard. The color drained from her face as she watched the scene on the TV unfold. When Damian realized that Heather wasn't in the kitchen, he glanced around to find her.
"Heather? Heather, you okay?" he asked. Everyone else turned their attention to Heather. "What's wrong?"
"Look at the TV," Heather replied quietly. She rewound the TV again so everyone could watch. It was a commercial for a musical called Aida. Nobody said anything at first. Adam picked up the phone, and began to dial. "What are you doing?" his girlfriend asked him.
"I'm going to go to that show," he replied. "Is anyone else coming with me?" Adam looked from person to person.
"I'll go," Sherie said.
"Me too," Damian told his friend. Schele nodded.
"Same here." Adam looked at Heather.
"Yes, of course." Adam finished dialing. He ordered the last five tickets for the opening night performance.
Heather sat next to Adam on the couch, and rested her head on his shoulder. Adam wrapped his arm around her, and kissed the top of her head.
"You okay?" he asked. Heather nodded. "You sure? You seemed a little shaken up with the commercial."
"I'm fine Adam!" she snapped.
"Okay, okay, sorry for caring!" Sherie sat on the other side of Heather.
"How did those
people know about all that?" she asked no one in particular. "It
looks completely accurate; like they didn't miss a single
beat."
"I don't know. But what I do know is that nothing
will surprise me after this week," Schele replied. Everyone
chuckled. "One can't help but wonder…"
"It's all in the gods' hands," Heather said firmly. "Just like why we're all here together again. It's out of our hands."
"Just like being ruthlessly murdered was out of our hands?" Damian snapped.
"Hey man, chill. We're not going to go there," said Adam.
When Heather reached for her drink on the coffee table, Sherie noticed the mark around the other girl's wrists.
"Heather, what happened to your wrists?" she asked. Heather looked at her wrists and shrugged.
"It's a birthmark or something. I've always had it." Adam took a closer look at Heather's wrist.
"I have the same thing on my wrists," he said as he held out his wrist. Sherie gently ran her fingertips over the mark on his skin.
"It almost looks like rope marks," she pointed out. Damian got up and looked at his friends' wrists.
"It does," he commented.
"It's almost as if they're mark from your trial." Heather quickly pulled her wrist away as if afraid to look at it.
Sherie, Damian, and Adam stayed until nearly ten o'clock. Heather gave Sherie and Damian each a hug, and Adam a quick kiss on the lips.
"Love you," Adam whispered in her ear. His warm breath tickled her skin.
"Love you too," she replied just as quietly. Heather just happened to glance over at Schele as their friends left. Schele seemed to be giving Damian a weird look, a look Heather knew all too well. The second the door closed, Heather rounded on her friend.
"What?" Schele asked as she began to clean up. Heather followed her friend.
"You like Damian." Schele spun around.
"What?"
"You…like…Damian," Heather repeated much slower. "I can see it in your eyes."
"You're crazy."
"Last time you said that, I was right." Schele rolled her eyes, and went back to what she had been doing. Heather dropped the subject, and helped her friend finish cleaning up.
The five friends sat in the theatre waiting. Heather glanced over at Damian and Schele. Sure enough, they were holding hands. Adam leaned over, and kissed Heather's cheek.
"You going to be okay?" he asked.
"Of course I'm going to be okay," Heather replied.
"You know, I was
thinking."
"Hope you didn't hurt yourself." Adam
disregarded the comment, and continued.
"Maybe if things work out between Damian and Schele, they could move in together, and we could move in together." Heather rested her head on Adam's shoulder; the most comfortable place to rest her head.
"Or, we could just move in together, and let them work things out on their own." Adam smiled. The house lights dimmed, causing Heather to stiffen slightly.
"You ready for this?" Heather nodded.
"Yeah, I already know what happens; they live happily ever after." And they did.
The End!
A/N: Bet you weren't expecting that now were you?
