I See Dead People pt.2

"She looks euphoric," Wrath groaned.

"Are you jealous?" Lust smirked.

"Of course not, but Schnitzel over there might break your perfect teeth in on the parking lot."

He turned to have a look at the most muscular boy of the bunch. Schnitzel had his stoic arm wrapped around Rapunzel's petite shoulder. He looked like the embodiment of the word douchebag. The grey shirt under his biker jacket showed a football-sized pit stain. His overgrown sideburns were the size of Texas.

"One bacon cheeseburger sandwich with home fries and one pork patty, hash brown, and cheesy omelet for the honored guests,' Uriel grinned and patted Lust's back.

"You wanna split both?" he saw her eyeing both platters tentatively.

"Do you mind?" her eyes sparkled.

He smiled down at how much good food improved her mood, "Go ahead."

Most would argue that Lust's behaviors towards her were mere brotherly affection and obligation as they lived together. But his lifestyle and sweet mouth suggested otherwise. He was living a lavish and boujee lifestyle that attracted many female attentions. More often than not, he would have four or more girls drooling over him.

That quickly cleared the assumptions their possible relationship. If Lust was to date Wrath, he would lose most of his female followings and skipped on the possibility of escorting different girls every day of the week. Which sane teenage boy would throw away their chances of getting laid and living that player life?

As both of them finished their meal, Uriel strolled casually with a tall parfait glass on a tray. The glass was filled to the brim with scoops of multiple colored ice cream, swirls of chocolate sauce and peanut butter, topped with whipped cream and a bright red cherry on top. Wrath opened her mouth in astonishment of the glorious creation.

"Enjoy!" Uriel set two long metal spoons on a serviette.

"Wow, I've never seen a better sundae," Wrath admired.

"You can have the cherry," Lust took a spoon.

Somehow the diner had unleashed Wrath's inner child. She yelped in joy as she picked the single cherry and ate it.

"Hey! Wanna see a trick?" she asked.

"Sure," he said with mouth full of chocolate ice cream.

Wrath put the end of the cherry stem into her mouth and with ease she pulled out to reveal the knot she had formed. She proudly presented it on Lust's palm. Not realizing the stigma behind her hidden talent, Lust instantly became flustered at his crony's innocence.

"Just eat the damned sundae," he tried to avoid eye contact.

If it was any other girl or even guy, he would have taken that bait at lightning speed. But somehow it was his own best friend that was able to make him blush. He couldn't help but to notice her clearing spoon after spoon of creamy dessert. Lust excused himself to the restroom and splashed cold water on his face. His hands were shaking as he clasped the sides of the sink while looking at his own reflection on the murky wall mirror.

"Get your sh*t together!" he slapped himself.

"Just ask her out, son. You'll regret it I tell ya," an elderly man zipped his pants and walked out like nothing happened.

"You broke the poor kid. Did you see how red his cheeks were?" Eros chuckled.

"I don't get it," she continued scooping ice cream unto a Graham cracker.

"You're better off not knowing. Silly girl…"

Lust emerged behind the counter and rushed her to continue with their journey.

"I paid for the food, let's go," he grabbed her wrist and yanked her out with a straight face.

"Hey! Let's at least have a cig. I'm so full," she searched her pocket for a lighter.

They had their backs against the car as Wrath continued to look for her lighter. She had a stick on her mouth and was getting more aggravated by the second. Out of nowhere, a hand offered to light her cigarette.

"F*ck's sake, where did you find it?" she scolded.

"You dropped it in the basement when you took off with my baby," he lit his own cigarette.

Wrath snatched the lighter from his hands and pocketed her treasured lighter.

"Let's leave the car here, the road ahead will be too narrow for a car anyway. Besides, Urethra or whatever probably won't mind looking after it."

"It's Uriel. We'll take the bike, but I'm driving. I brought spare helmet in the trunk."

They both killed their cigarettes and flicked it at a nearby convertible and got ready for the road. Wrath retrieved a matte black helmet from the car before locking it and jumping on behind Lust as he put on his own helmet.

"Look! We're on time. The train track's empty. Hang on tight," he warned.

"There's no way I'm touching you," she pursed her lips.

"Suit yourself," he revved the engine.

"F*ck!" she held unto him for her life as the bike raced towards their destination.

The road was silky smooth and empty. Wrath had never dared to ride the bike pass 180 mph when she was alone. Lust had hit the 230-mph mark and was taking precautions to not swerve and brought their demise. She was hugging his torso tightly.

Height, death, and the open sea might not scare Wrath, but put her on the back of Lust's bike and she might shed a tear. She was silently praying with her eyes closed throughout the trip. After a while, they hit the dirt rail up the hill. She took a peek as they went up the incline.

"We're almost there, you ok back there?" Lust checked.

"Mhm…" she nodded.

He was secretly enjoying her cowardice. It was like a breath of fresh air to see her out of her comfort zone, being scared and acting childish. As opposed to her being bossy and controlling people to reach her desired result. For once, he had the upper hand while she was forced to rely on him.

"We're here!" she exclaimed.

"I-it's a cave?" he wondered.

"Now all we need to do is strip and meditate for two days," she hopped off the bike and took off her helmet.