Dear Writer, - The Fooo Conspiracy (Felix Sandman)

17: Within Reach

-Felix-

Daff presses a series of buttons to perfect the sound as our new song plays.

From what I can tell he changed the beat and the instruments.

"Thats sounds great! I think we can call that complete for our album!" I say.

Daff smiles at my comment. "I'm glad you like it, now you guys are off the hook today." he picks up his leather bag and heads for the door.

"Hey! where are you going?"

"To Mrs.Malsons, why?"

I walk with him out the door. "I am coming with you." Behind us the rest of the boys begin to follow.

We make it to the Cafe and grab a table large enough for all if us to fit at the back of the place, farthest from the window. As usual, Oscar orders us free drinks.

"So we leave on tour in about three weeks so this is a good time to start packing." Daff says opening his phone.

"Where are we going exactly?" Omar asks.

"Well, we have seven cities booked across Sweden, even up north in Kiruna."

I nod just as a waiter startles me by placing a large white mug down in front if my eyes.

"Thanks!" I say, I take a sip if my drink.

"Oscar you didn't order me a double shot coffee?"

He places his cup down from his lips. "No? It's chai." he winks.

I look at my glass, it is still warm and delicious. I pull it up to my lips again and someone familiar walks into the cafe.

I kick Oscar beside me from under the table.

"Oh my god." He whispers and covers his face so She cannot see him.

"What are you doing? I whisper.

"Just shut up!" he grits through his teeth.

Her blonde hair floats behind her as she walks up to the register.

"Two cinnamon buns and a chai please." she says. I have never heard her voice before but it sounds like liquid gold.

I dare to sneak a look at her, she takes a paper cup and brown bag from Mrs.Malson's hands and smiles. She is breathtaking.

I see her shoes turn around to face the door and she looks inside her bag.

I look at Daff for safety, he cannot help but smile at me and laugh to himself.

"Hello." he waves at her.

I cannot feel anything but a burning in my head. He spoke to her?!?

"Hej." she smiles at him and waves before heading for the exit.

"Is that her?" Omar leans forward.

"Yes! shut up." I hit him and continue watching.

She stops at the door staring to her right where the lithianthus flowers grow.

"Is your letter still there?" Oscar asks.

I don't answer and continue to watch. She places her food on the table and searches around the pot of flowers. I cannot help but smile.

She reaches underneath and finds it. Her smile glows as she flips it over. She knows she has it, but she doesn't know I wrote it and am sitting right in front of her.

Her eyes search for the opening and eventually she finds it and reads, she looks disappointed however.

I remember in that note I told her If she wanted to find the rest of her note it was within safe hands; a vault of secrets.

I see her think; her eyes move in all directions and her eyebrows push together until it clicks.

She hurries back to the front register.

"Mrs. Malson?"

"Yes dear?"

I sit covering my mouth and goosebumps covering my arms.

"Do you have anything for me?"

I hear Mrs. Malson laugh and hand her a letter. The letter that was in my hands just yesterday.

"I was worried you were going to forget it." she says this as if she is scolding her.

"I would never do that!" I love the assurance in Flyers voice.

She turns to leave again an this time Daff is looking at her.

"Have a good day." She smiles at him again.

"To you as well." he greets holding his cup up as if to cheers with her accept she doesn't have a glass with her.

She smiles and leaves out the door holding her letter, bag, and drink.

I turn around to Mrs. Malson, her emotions are blank as she looks at me but I can see the right side of her smile rise.

"How do you do it!? With me sitting right here!"

She shrugs her shoulders. "I am good." She lifts her glass of whiskey to her lips and leaves into the back room.

I look back at the table, Daff is also smiling wide.

"Have you spoken to her yet?" He asks.

"No."

"Well you getter go catch her!" Oscar smiles. "if I know her well enough she will be heading to the forest."

I lift from my seat without thinking and head fir the door. Following a girl into the forest, is that wrong?

I see the last of her blonde hair turn the corner and I bolt trying to catch up with her.

Here she walks up a fee stairs into a house, what I will assume is her house.

"Are you kidding me?" I whine. I watch the windows and to my surprise she places the coffee and bag on a table.

"Maybe I can get in?" I walk up to the door examining it but it won't budge open.

"Can I help you young man?" A woman stands behind me holding a set of keys, her hair is dry and brittle from a curling irons heat, and she has a pin on her shirt 'Bea Andersson'

"Emm... please, I forgot my keys and it is just so cold!"

The woman rolls her eyes and steps forward inserting her keys.

"What room number are you?"

I shudder, I don't have a room here! What the hell am I supposed to say.

I try to think as Bea turns to me snapping her gum between her teeth.

"Do you have an older brother?"

I smile and think of Felicia in my head.

"Yes I do." I lied, but she can't tell. "and room 23."

She hold the door open and looks all down my body and back up.

"I'm room 24, tell him to give me a shout."

She enters holding the door open and I see Flyer shoot down the stairs at full speed and bolt out the door.

Automatically I chase behind her to the forest edge.

She jumps as she makes her way around the trees like she has done this before.

I try to huddle close to the short bushes keeping a safe distance from getting caught.

I hear a faint voice speak, and I look around me to realize flyer is singing, I look at her and she climbs a tree to the tops and falls on the roof of the garage swinging her way into the upstairs window.

The ground all around is covered in plywood and I follow around the garage finding a rotten bare patch i can look through.

"Eeehhhem!" I clear my throat loud enough for her to hear.

She freezes and stops her music to listen.

"Hello?"

I lick my lips preparing to speak and I look beside me to see a pipe leading into the house.

I walk towards it and cup my hand to speak.