"Haydn!"
"No, stop it!" Skye said, covering her ears. She could easily say that music was far from her favorite thing to talk about. Sadly, it just happened to be Jeffrey's favorite topic.
"No, Skye, I mean look at this book! It's a whole biography on Haydn! I've been looking for this since it came out in March!" Skye rolled her eyes. They were in Broadside Bookshop, her favorite book store. It was Easter weekend so Jeffrey convinced Mrs. T-D to let him come down to Cameron to see the Penderwicks.
"No, I need to find this certain book! We're not looking for a biography on somebody who isn't even alive anymore." Jeffrey tilted his head ever so slightly.
"But isn't the guy who wrote your book dead?" Skye elbowed him, and Jeffrey didn't wince like he usually did. He had recently joined the Conservatory's soccer team, and had become quite built, almost as strong as she was.
"He is dead, yes, but this was his last book that he never finished." Dr. Keegan Raine was, in fact, dead, but his spirit still lived on. He was both her father's and her favorite author, and he was also a local author and he had even let Skye interview him for a project last year.
"Haydn's dead too, and has been for years."
"And yet people still know him and adore his music."
"And people still enjoy Dr. Keegan Raine's books. What's your point?" She shot back.
"Music is no match for Science."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." At this point they were glaring at each other.
"I'm going to test this theory. Buy this book," Skye shoved the book into his arms. He stared at the five pounds sitting in his hands. How is this incomplete? He thought.
"Fine, then buy this," he gave her his book.
Skye flipped over to look at the price of the book. Her eyes bulged.
"25 dollars? I only brought 20!" She protested. She showed him the crumpled twenty formerly in her back pocket.
"Don't worry, I'll pay for both books." He went up to the cashier, who seemed about a few years older, probably working a summer job, with a fifty dollar bill and pleasantly paid, complete with a "Thank you." And "How was your day?" To the cashier.
Skye heard the cashier giggle from outside the shop and was disgusted. Gagging, she found it impossible that Jeffrey was so charming even older girls flirted with him. He couldn't be more oblivious.
A Few Hours Later...
"The theory simply states that if the variables ac is 12, then d, e, f, and m are all meteors that will pass the Earth in the next 13.5 years." Jeffrey read out loud before putting a bent bookmark into the book and closing it. He was only on page 60 and didn't understand anything that was going on.
"Do you get all that?" He asked Skye, who was lying down opposite to him on the rug, her feet touching his left hand.
"Yeah, it makes perfect sense. It's quite simple really." Jeffrey stared up at the ceiling, watching Skye's fan spin lazily in circles.
"But get this..." Skye's ranting on Hayden's red hair fell into the background as he thought. He looked outside, watching the sun go down, blazing an aggressive mix of orange and red.
"We have to go outside. Now," Jeffrey said urgently, suddenly up on his knees.
"Why?" Skye asked, but Jeffrey was already tugging on her arm, taking a beach blanket on their way out.
"Sit!" Jeffrey said, and Skye sat in discontent.
"If we're outside, can we at least play soccer or something?" It was pitch black, but the porch lights were on.
"No," Jeffrey gazed up above, lying down and putting his hands behind his head. Please Dr. Raine, be right!
Then they fell, dropping like rain. White stripes zipping through the dark night.
"Meteors," Skye said in awe. They kept on going. A whole shower!
Skye didn't even notice when Jeffrey shyly put an arm around her shoulder.