Always Be Forever

Chapter 8: Fiona

2090, BCE, September

Sitting in the gym, all by myself at my own table, Finn is with his jazz band and getting them ready, Rachel is already up with her jazz band, and Aaron is in the back room cleaning up a mess that Rachel claims he made. So, I'm alone with no one to talk to. Well isn't that the dream? I like the music they play at Big Band Night; it's interesting. There are different types of styles that can be played. There's Bossa, Swing, Blues, and so much more. I see Finn enter through the back door, but he's not with the jazz band. "You'll keep an eye on Cashmere?" He asked, coming straight towards me. "Yes I will. You know what to do?" I asked him. He better not forget the task he's been given. "I know to look after Alex. Aaron is setting up the air mattress in the back room." He tells me. "Perfect. Rachel will come back, your group will go on, and Rachel and I will get the chapel ready," I tell him. If there's one thing that's for sure, Finn can count on me. "Okay," Finn had told me before heading back to his jazz band. They were ready and waiting to go on.

A couple of minutes later, Rachel had come back out with her phone in hand. "Are you ready to set it up?" She asked, once she was with me, leaning against the table facing towards the band. "Yes I am," I tell her, while getting up from my chair. We walk out of the gym and head towards the library, where the chapel is. On our way out of the gym, I noticed Amy waiting patiently for Cashmere. I wanted to stop and tell her that Cashmere's going to be a while, but Rachel just grabbed my hand and took me out the door. Once we were in the chapel, Rachel had taken out a bottle of whiskey, and she had poured it into a bucket of punch that was sitting on a desk right beside the altar. The jug was big enough for 7 beers - so someone could get drunk right after chugging the entire thing. Rachel and I were in charge of getting Cashmere drunk enough that she won't remember tonight at all, and Aaron and Finn are in charge of taking care of Alex. I grab my camera out and I start filming Rachel pouring the whiskey in. I didn't want the others to get away with this. After this entire thing blows over I'm sending the video to Cashmere and Alex's fathers so that they know of what happened tonight.

I know this may seem wrong, but this is what we're supposed to do. Alex and Cashmere are supposed to meet, fall in love, get married and have babies. All we're trying to do is get that started. We're going to great lengths to have this happen; Aaron has even had to get himself ordained just for this. We are doing whatever we can to get Cashmere and Alex to be together, so please don't judge; we're doing this for a good reason. I feel a blast of wind, but it's not wind. It has to do with Cashmere. I run out of there and towards the entrance of the building as fast as my legs can carry me, with my camera still in hand. Touching my golden necklace, I feel a burst of energy take over me, and I run faster than I ever could. Feeling the rush of my blue dress run up my leg and blowing behind, I know it's working. I find Cashmere outside, flying in the air towards the ground, with her eyes closed. She was going to hit the ground soon. I touch my silver wedding ring, and another burst of energy takes over, and I levitate off the ground, with delicate yet strong enough - invisible - white beaded fairy wings. I then fly up to Cashmere. Finally finding her caught between a cloud and the sky, I carried her down, taking her to the field at the back of the school without anyone noticing. As my wings finally stop and disappear before they appear, I stand Cashmere up on her legs before she wakes up from shock.

"What the hell was that? Who are you?" Cashmere had exclaimed in shock, once she had woken up. "You don't have to worry too much about what that was or who I am. I just need you to come with me," I tell, putting my hands on her shoulders as a sign of trust. I know well enough that this is Cashmere, because I've seen her before in pictures from Aaron. "Why should I trust you?" She had asked furiously, grabbing my hands and taking them off of her shoulders. "Just trust me. Good will come to you," I assure her. "Okay. I'll come with you," Cashmere had finally told me a few seconds later. I could tell she was thinking about it.