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I got downstairs to the kitchen and saw Hunter already snacking on a chocolate chip muffin from Brett. I took another one and sat down beside him.
"What's up?" I asked, taking a bite.
He shrugged. "The sky."
"That was so lame on so many levels." I mused. He shoved me.
I had been staying at the house with Hunter for about 4 days now. He was cool with it, and I was started to get used to the fact that my parents were killed on the very floor I walk on.
"I'm going to go somewhere today." I announced, finishing my muffin.
"You're leaving me already?" Hunter cried, a hand over his chest. I laughed.
"I'm coming back. Just need to go to the cemetery."
"Ooh, fun." Hunter teased in a sarcastic tone.
"Oh, shut up."
"Can I come?"
I raised an eyebrow. "If your life depends on it."
"Okay, we'll leave right now." Hunter decided, hopping off the counter. I shook my head in amusement, following his actions.
So we walked to the cemetery. Not very scary at 2 in the afternoon, might I say. I remembered the last time I was in a cemetery; after Caleb and I raided that house in Thailand.
I closed the steel gate behind us, and took a deep breath. Finding the gravestones were easy. The hard part? Looking at them.
Hunter wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he began to read the big stone;
"In memory of Helen Opal Walker-Wizard 1979-2006, and Shawn Scott Wizard 1977-2006, loving parents of Lindsay Sapphire Jane Wizard and Luke Nico Ryan Wizard.
May you rest in peace,
Night and Day,
Dawn and Dusk,
We will never forget you."
I swallowed as a lump formed in my throat.
I remember my mom would always say that when she died, shed want her gravestone to be decorated with birds. Then I told her to stop talking because she wasn't going to die anytime soon.
I glanced down at the stone. Sure enough, lining the edges were carefully carved sparrows, flying gracefully.
I wiped my eyes. "The sparrows. My Mom's favorite animal."
Hunter squeezed my shoulder.
I knelt down by the marble stone and traced my finger over the little birds.
The cool breeze rose and the wind blew my pink hair out of my face.
"I think we should head back now." I decided.
Hunter nodded.
When we got back we saw that Brett was in there, freaking out.
"Whoa, dude," Hunter said. "Calm down."
Brett ran over and engulfed Hunter in a hug. "Oh, man, I thought you guys were dead!"
"Weak, dude." I muttered. "Weak."
He scowled. "Sorry for being genuinely scared."
"We were gone for, like, an hour." I informed him.
"Well!" Brett muttered. I laughed at him.
So... Yeah. Brett and I had gotten over the whole 'kneeing you in the sack' thing. We were kinda-friends now. That's good enough for me.
Then we continued what we normally do when Brett comes over; sit and talk.
Yep. We always pick a random topic from a hat. Today's topic was... Pelicans.
"I f*cking love those little guys!" I shrieked. They laughed.
"I find them scary," Hunter told us. I glared at him.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because... I got bitten by one last year." Hunter mumbled.
Brett and I burst out laughing. Hunter was looking very hurt on his spot on the couch.
"That's beautiful, man," Brett commented, slapping Hunter on the back. "Seriously, you should take up poetry."
I raised an eyebrow. "Poetry? Hunter's about as poetic as a handicap turtle."
Brett shook his head. "That's an insult to handicap turtles."
Hunter looked offended. "No, it's an insult to me! Me! Not the f*cking special turtles!"
"But they're probably better at poetry than you."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"You wanna bet?"
"Sure! Let me hear your best poem."
"Okay. I only do haiku." Hunter warned. He cleared his throat.
"I enjoy goat cheese,
It makes me very happy,
I am so awesome."
I burst out laughing. Brett nodded.
"Great skill you got there, bud," Brett told Hunter. "It's a good thing you're hot."
I laughed. So that was a normal conversation of ours.
Brett glanced at his cell phone. "Hey, I gotta run. Also, my parents are out of town for the weekend, so tomorrow night I'm having a party. Both of you are invited," Brett slapped Hunter's knee twice. "Wear something pretty."
Then he glanced over at me. "And you, too."
Then he left us to talk about Pelicans on our own.
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*Emma's POV*
"Okay," Ian cleared his throat. Dan, Jonah and I waited in anticipation. "It says, Hockey and Stars."
We all gazed at each other with same confused expressions written on our faces.
"What does sports have to do with stars?" Dan wondered aloud.
Jonah shrugged. "Maybe she ain't talking 'bout da stars in da sky."
"Then what stars would she be talking about?" I inquired.
"Like, famous people. Hollywood stars." Jonah informed us.
I squealed. "She's going back to Hollywood! Damn, I'm good!"
Jonah shook his head. "Fine. Take the credit the credit, then."
Dan looked back at the note. "But Hockey comes before stars. So whatever hockey means, she obviously went there first."
"Who cares about the hockey. Jonah and I'll just go back to the Janus Stronghold in Hollywood, and we'll wait there for Lindsay."
"Wait, hold up," Dan stopped. "I want to come to."
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"Please!"
"Dammit, chald. I said no. You are staying here, and you're not leaving." I stated
Dan sighed. "Fine. Whatever."
Then he left the room, almost in tears.