The rest of the week pasted very slowly. I couldn't help, but think about them. When Sunday morning came, I woke up wide awake. I couldn't wait until one because I wanted to see them, again, so badly. As soon as I was done eating, I ask how long I could be gone, got on my bike and rode off to the baseball diamond. Today was a lot hotter then last Sunday, so I was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts and flip-flops. I shouldn't have been going so fast, even though I was so excited, because when I was almost there, I whipped-out. I had my backpack on, which had a scarf in it that I sometimes used in my hair. I took it out and wrapped it around my wounded knee. After I knew it was nice and tight, I got back on my bike and rode as fast as I could. When I got to the field, I saw them, just talking. When they saw me, you could tell by the looks on their faces.
'What? Is it what I'm wearing?' I thought. "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" They still didn't move.
Gwin came running over to me and climbed up to my shoulder.
He licked my cheek like a little puppy. "Well, hello to you, too, Gwin!" I laughed.
Dustfinger was the first to snap out of it. "What are you wearing and what happened to your knee?" He ask, walking to me.
'Wow. . . Why didn't he ask how i knew they were going to be here?' I ask myself in my mind. He stopped a few inches away from me.
"I'm wearing clothes and I was going to fast on my bike and fell and skinned my knee. . . Why didn't you say anything when you just saw me a few minutes ago?" Farid snapped out of his little trance and came walking over to us. 'Why did it last longer with him? He better not be falling for me! He's supposed to love Meggie! Not me!' I yelled in my head.
"Why can I see your legs so much? If you were my daughter, then i wouldn't let you show off that much skin!" Dustfinger pointed out. I started frowning. I looked like I was going to cry.
"What's wrong, Lexi? Why do you look so sad?" Farid ask.
I glanced up high enough to see only Farid's face. I didn't look at Dustfinger since he's so tall. "I. . . I don't have a dad. . ." I whispered. They both gasped. "I live with my mom, aunt, uncle, grandma and little brother. I don't remember meeting my dad ever. There's only one thing I know for sure about him and that's. . . That's if I ever meet him, I'll kill him." They looked at each other and back at me.
I sat down on the grass, more like fell back and looked up at the pretty blue sky.
"Why. . . Would you do that?" I heard Farid ask.
"Because. . . I don't wanna say. All the girl's in my family have bad luck with dudes." I told them. Dustfinger appeared on my left and Farid on my right. So, I reached up, grabbed their hands and pulled them down to lay next to me. "Lay down next to me and look at the sky!" I yelled at them.
No one said anything for at least five to seven minutes. The first words to be said were, "So. . . Who read you here and which book did you two come out of?" I ask. They didn't say a word, Dustfinger just sat up.
"Farid. . . Where's my bag?"
"Back. . . Where you are staying." Farid said. Dustfinger then sighed.
"Well, go get it!" Farid got up, grabbed Gwin and ran off.
I started blushing because I'm now all alone with my crush. 'Oh, my god. . . I'm alone with him! It's just the two of us!' My thoughts were going crazy. I wish I could kiss him, but just like Melissa said, it's against the law.
"Lexi. . . ?" Dustfinger ask. It snapped me out of my train of thought.
"Yes? Wh-. . . What's up?"
"How many of the books are there? How many have you read? Am I in all of them?"
I tried to see his face, but he wouldn't let me. "There's a total of three books in all. . . I'm only on INKSPELL, which is the second book. And. . . I don't think I should tell you. I will tell you two thing's though. . . You are in the first book. And you do die. . ." I looked down at my hands, which are on my lap. The next thing I knew, his hands were on my shoulders, his face only inches away from mine and he was shaking me. I could tell he was shaking himself.
"I need to know! When? How? Am I a coward when I die?" I smiled, but my shoulders felt hot. I looked down to see that his hands, that were still on my shoulders, were on fire.
"D-. . . Dustfinger! Fire! Your hands are on fire!" I screamed. He pulled his hands away as fast as he could. He put out the fire, but when he did, I jerked away.
Where his hands were laying on the shoulders of my shirt, you could now see my skin, which was now a little blackened with soot and a lot of red from the heat. I had tears in my eyes. I tried holding them back, but it didn't work. They ran down my cheeks like rain drops rolling down the glass of a window.
"Lexi. . . I-"
"Stay away from me! That hurt!" I shouted at him.
When Farid came back, I still had tear drops running down my cheeks and Dustfinger was looking at his hands, making the fire come and go. "What happened? Why is Lexi crying and why are you doing that?"
I just glanced at Dustfinger with sad eyes, then looked back down at my hands on my lap. "I burnt her shoulders by accident." Dustfinger whispered.
Farid came over and lightly touched my shoulders. I flinched away. "Ouch!" I whispered to Farid. After he looked at the burnt skin, he ripped my T-shirt off. I gasped, but then made a sound that you make when your surprised. "What are you doing?!" I ask him, my cheeks almost as hot as my shoulders. He was really lucky I was wearing a tank-top under that T-shirt. This morning, I almost didn't.
"I'm looking at your shoulders, they don't look to bad. I've burnt myself worst before."
"Are you from two or three?" He looked at me, shocked.
He got closer to me, so he could whisper in my ear and Dustfinger couldn't hear. "I was brought out after Dustfinger died to bring me back to life, when I died instead of him. . . He was brought out right before Orpheus read him back in the book he came from." Farid whispered in my ear, making sure Dustfinger doesn't hear him. I could see the fire-breather watching us as Farid got in the backpack and grabbed the ointment and put it gently on my burns. The ointment cold on the burns, which made it feel better. You could tell it felt good by the sound I was making. When he was done rubbing it on, I fell back on the grass.