loyalty | forest x arin
arinmelnikov
   In the shade of the peculiar rock formation, Arin pulled the tarp off the car; a rust red crossover SUV that had seen better days. After discarding the tarp and tucking it under a rock so it wouldn’t by chance blow away, he unlocked the vehicle, thinking with annoyance of the black off-road SUV that he’d lost because of Queenie’s brother, and of how much trouble he’d have to go through to acquire another.
   Chiefly thanks to the tarp, the air inside the car was cool, and quickly grew cooler still when he started the engine and got the air condition running. Twisting a knob on the console between them, he turned it up, letting the whirring of the air sifting through the vents mixed with the rumble of the engine be the only noise in the car.
   Had there been a straight road – or any road at all – leading to the Rag Dolls’ church, it wouldn’t have been a long drive. Twenty minutes, maybe. It was the one that was closest to the Lost Boys’ own hideout. But there was no road, there were woods in the way, and the terrain was uneven, so on occasion the drive could last upwards of forty minutes, barely faster than a shortcut through the woods on foot.
   Arin drove in silence with his eyes fixed forward, watching his passenger in his peripheral vision.
Forest propped her feet up on the dash, not bothering with her seat belt as they drove in the general direction of the Church. If it were someone else, they might be worried about Keagan, but this was Forest and she couldn’t be bothered. She rolled the window down to flick the cigarette butt out, careful not to let too much cool air escape. “Hm?”Â
She rolled up the window and rested her head back against the headrest. She knew how to make herself perfectly comfortable under most conditions and being driven home by the leader of the Lost Boys after finding out about their secret little hide out wasn’t the worst thing she’d ever been through.Â
“Do I frighten you?”









