Forget Me Not (Book #5)

Chapter 4 (thanks everyone!)

Leo POV

I placed the last diamond in place and stood back to admire my work. The necklace was ready. I picked it up and watched it shimmer in the light. I had tried to make it look different, but ordinary looking. It had been giving my brain a workout. I gently placed it in a box and put the top on. Should I wrap it? I thought. Nah, it wouldn’t matter anyway. I stuffed the box into my tool belt and looked outside. It was probably about four in the afternoon. I started to put my supplies away. I needed to get to the bunker so I could set up the fireworks. Once everything was was put away, I made my way to the bunker. I also had a plan. These won’t be any normal fireworks. Maybe....

Clover POV

I hiked to the very top of the hill and sat down on a rock. How Rachel could get up and down I had no idea. I took a few deep breaths while I stared out at camp. You had a perfect view from here. The columns sparkled in the light and woods seemed to go on forever. I took one last deep breath and stood up. I turned away from the view and looked at the cave. It had a weird maroon curtain covering the entrance and there were odd bones on the ground. I moved the maroon curtain away so I could peek my head in.

“Rachel?” I asked. I was lucky to spit those words out. My jaw dropped. Rachel’s cave was decked out in everything I had ever wanted! A huge flat screen TV was sitting on the far end with a couch facing it. It wasn’t just any couch, it was a fluffy one. There were some side tables on either end of the couch that had old soda cans and chip bag piled up. In the center of the room was a huge table with chairs, which could easily seat eight. On the left wall, across from the table, was a fridge, table full of food, and a microwave. Closer to me was a table, like a ping pong table. I walked inside and touched the table. It was one that could convert from a ping pong table to a pool table. Sweet. There was a door to my left that seemed to lead into a bathroom. From the ping pong table, I could see that it had a huge tub and shower. Wow. To the right of me, up against the wall, was a table with three computer monitors. A leather chair faced the computers, looking great to lounge in while chatting with friends. I walked over to some bean bag chairs that were grouped together, as if they had been recently used. They sat between the big table and Rachel’s bed, which was unmade. It sat back in an alcove like sleeping didn’t really matter. I noticed a door near the end of her bed that, I thought, lead to the closet. Up against the right wall of the alcove was a dresser, which had a blue plastic hairbrush near a mirror, and a lamp. I looked at the TV and thought that if I had that TV, I would have a party here every night. As I looked at the TV, I noticed that there was a door that lead into a room that stretched farther into the rock. I walked over to it and knocked on the door.

“Rachel? Are you here?” I asked, peeking my head in. Rachel was facing a, no longer blank wall, decked out head to toe in paint. She looked over and saw me. Her face broke out into a grin and she set down the blue paint she was holding.

“Hi Clover! How can I help you?” I took a seat on a wooden stool that stood by a desk area. The desk was covered in paint, drawings, pencils, pens, chalk, and pretty much anything you needed to make a work of art.

“Well, I need to ask you some questions.” I said. Rachel understood what I meant and started to take off her apron, which had been trying to protect her clothes, but had failed.

“Alright. Let me just put some stuff away and then I will help you. Why don’t you wait out on the couch?” I nodded and stood up. Rachel walked into a supplies closet and hung her apron on a hook that was attached to the door. I walked out and sat down on the fluffy couch. It made me feel like I was at home on my bed, snuggling with my favorite blue fluffy pillow. Sadly, the couch was purple, which didn’t help the effect. Rachel stepped out of the Art Room and took a seat on the couch. Her face was smeared with colors, as if she washed it with liquid rainbows.