Twenty minutes later Fi found Cary in her room, reading one of her notebooks. She and the others had split up ten minutes ago to look for him. Jack and Clu had gone outside to look in the tour bus and cars, Annie went to search the back yard and Fi had gone inside.
Ned, Irene and Molly could be heard in the kitchen so Fi headed upstairs. Which is where she found him, quietly sitting, reading her notebook marked private.
"Ehem," Fi cleared her throat, "Can I help you?"
Cary jumped, shutting the notebook quickly. Fi walked over and took it from his hands, depositing it on her desk before taking a seat. She faced Cary.
"So were you looking for anything in particular, or just looking?"
Cary smiled in his disarming way and looked her straight in her big brown eyes; which were looking back at him skeptically, "Fi, what would you say about starting a band? Using your stuff, I mean it'd pretty good, and I've heard you sing, and you're pretty good."
Fi sighed. "Cary, I'm not good, and that stuff," she motioned to the desk behind her, more specifically the notebook, "It's not good either."
"Yeah, but you just think that because you wrote it."
"Why are you asking this?"
He left the bed, kneeling beside her chair so they were eye to eye.
"Because Clu and I are starting a band," Fi raised her eyebrows, "and we need a singer."
"You want me?" Fi said, looking shocked as she stood up.
"Yeah, why not, you know the road, you can sing, and Clu and I think you'd be perfect for the part."
Fi smiled, then a wave of confusion washed over her, "Wait, Clu's got school."
"Ah, about that," Cary looked down, "He dropped out," his eyes went back to Fi.
"Oh," she said somewhat breathlessly, shock still on her face.
"And you're not in school either."
"Shhh, Cary, not so loud, I don't want anyone finding out about that."
"Why not, you got your diploma, just happened a year earlier." Cary reasoned.
Fi walked over and sat on her bed, Cary joined her.
"And you told me about it." He started to play with her hair. She waved him off and stood up again.
"Yeah," she stated frustrated, "Only because you read my email!"
"Hey I was looking for someone else's mail and yours just happened to open, and there it said, Congratulations Fi, and I thought, what has Fi got to be congratulated about? Should I know? Should I congratulate her? So I kept reading." He had started it as a defense and ended with a matter of fact smile on his lips.
Fi rolled her eyes.
"Anyways Fi, just think about it." He got up and walked to the door.
"Wait, Cary," Fi stopped him in the doorframe.
"Yeah?"
"Whose email where you looking for?"
"Your brother's." Fi raised her eyebrows again.
Cary playfully shoved her out of the way and started down the hall, "It's guy stuff. Something to do with some girl named Gale."
"Gabe?" Fi questioned.
'Yeah, that could be it." He shrugged and continued down the hall.
