Dear Writer, - The Fooo Conspiracy (Felix Sandman)

18: Stay Out of the Forest

-Linnea-

"Hello?"

I listen but hear no response; no sound but the faint wind and the occasional falling of snow off a branch hitting the ground.

"It's me..."

A deep voice penetrates the garage behind me making me turn in the opposite direction. Although I have never heard his voice before I automatically know who it is.

"Writer?"

I hear the sound of wood crackling as it settles into the ground for a long winter.

"That is what you call me."

This time, the sound penetrates from the roof echoing all around me.

"Where are you?" I hold my hands out looking in every direction. I turn around trying to figure out where his voice is coming from.

"Turn around."

I pause, my lips open allowing steam to escape my lips. I close my eyes and allow the moment to soak in. Turning, I see a familiar smile creep through the rotting wall.

"Writer!" I run towards him, his eyes are covered by a strip of wood with just his smile peeking through. Although I know that is not his real name I have gotten so used to calling him this, it feels natural.

"Look at me." I say. I place my hand out to reach his cheek but I don't quite touch. I feel like I'll break him or he will disappear if I move to quick.

His hands creep over the edge of the wood and his face lowers so I can see his charming blue eyes.

"I want to see you." I say.

He closes his eyes for a moment and lift his body off of the wall. He makes his way around to the front entrance and walks in.

Here, I truly see him for the first time. His jaws square as he looks at me, his eyes glisten and sparkle when the fire cracks behind me. He stands strong towering over my small frame. His eyes watch me intensely as I am sure mine do as well.

He looks away and I realize he is glancing at my shaking body.

"Here." he removes his sweater and sits me by the fire wrapping the fabric over my shoulders. As he does this I cannot help but glue my eyes to him. Did I mention how long his eye lashes are? They are almost comparable to mine with make up on. His golden brown lashes framing his beautiful eyes looking into mine.

"I can't believe I am finally meeting you." I say. "You are more beautiful in real life."

He chuckles at my ridiculous comment.

"Come here, there's a lot we need to talk about. Things that cannot be written on paper."

He guides me to sit down against a log along side him. I get comfortable sitting within his arm.

"How did you find me here in the forest?" I ask. He stares into the fire and fidgets with the zipper on his jacket.

"I had to clear my mind and I wandered from school and I heard your music." he takes a moment to look at me. "Can you play me some again?"

I nod and reach into my pocket pulling out a remote. The station plays some old Beatles tune and I sing along.

"Do you like it?"

I can read all over his face thar it's not his cup of tea, but it's amusing to watch him struggle for a response.

"Haha, don't worry." I say. "what do you listen to?" I hand him the remote and he finds a familiar station playing a sort of rap/pop music.