Collision Course [+ Additional Levels]

Level One - Purple Stranger

Mira rolled her eyes at the boys. They were being just plain ridiculous. Playing around, roughhousing―the two wrestling boys were barely keeping themselves upright on their bench.

"Moe, Andrew, stop! Please, we're in a restaurant," she said, her cheeks growing pink.

People were beginning to stare, and it was making her uneasy. It wasn't that she was ashamed of them, by any means, but this was beginning to be a bit much. Could they get kicked out? Well, they might have to make more noise to get that to happen, but they weren't all that far from it. Andrew had been shoved off the bench once, and he had nearly barreled over a waitstaff. At least, there were little kids around—actual kids, not just a couple of grown teenagers acting like them—and this odd trio a couple tables from them that absorbed most of the stares. They had brightly dyed hair, and their clothes were dressed to match as if in uniform. Mira wondered how they got the hair colors to get so bright.

Suddenly, as if sensing her thoughts, one of them turned to look at their table. He had a red cap over long, deep blue hair, and dark eyes. Not wanting to have been caught staring, she immediately looked down at her hands. Staring was rude, she'd been taught. Although, it did seem that if one dressed the way that they did, perhaps it was their point to draw attention to themselves. She wondered about looking back to meet his gaze.

A tall shadow fell over her. It was her older brother, Karan, who stepped up to their booth and calmly set down two trays of food, oblivious to the strange boy behind him. "Come on, guys. Seriously. Take it down a couple notches," he chided. At his word, Moe and Andrew reluctantly settled down a little; well, at least they were staying in their seat. It was a good thing that Andrew hadn't brought his glasses.

"Maybe we shouldn't have brought them along," Mira commented quietly to Karan, only half kidding.

He glanced at her. "And let them trash the house?" he asked her, his tone sounding the same.

"Good point," she replied. Then it occurred to her, "One of us should have swapped seats with one of them!"

"Then they'd only kick at each other. Besides," her brother then glanced at them, and a smirk came onto his face, "they haven't broken anything yet."

"Oh, Karan, but the point of preventative measures is so that we don't get to that point."

It was then that Andrew finally seemed to notice them. Despite Karan's previous chiding, he had Moe in a loose headlock, and was giving him a fierce noogie. It was an impressive feat, considering he was containing a guy bigger than he—though, not for much longer it appeared. "You two talking about us?"

Suddenly Moe burst free with a triumphant laugh, and Mira watched as his hand swung up and nearly smacked right into a cup of water.

"Yes, actually. We were just talking about how we can't take you out anywhere. Now sit still before you swipe our dinner off the table!"

She sighed and settled back in the bench as she watched her brother place the rest of their food in front of them. Then she heard someone say something loudly, catching her attention. So she looked over to her left, and at the wild-haired trio. One of them with spunky orange hair was leaning back in his seat, exclaiming about something to the guy with the red hat. She watched the third guy, whose theme seemed to be yellow, lean forward with a finger to his lips, trying to shush him.

Karan then sat down next to her, blocking her view with his body. He looked in the direction that she'd been looking, and asked, "What's up?"

Mira raised her eyebrows as she glanced up at him. "Hm? Oh, it's nothing. Just a gaggle of guys," she told him.