Jeremy was glad that John and I were back together. He was kind of the man in the middle. He even invited John to our family bonfire. Until the fire suddenly grew. I jumped and threw John and Jeremy behind me. I cringed at the touch of the fire. John called out
“Are you all right? I turned and saw the shocked looks on their faces.
“Mom! We need the first aid kit!” Jeremy called out as he ran into the house. John wrapped his arms around me.
“Do I look that bad?” I asked.
“No!” John said. “You always look beautiful.” I glared at him.
“Well maybe you got a little burned.” He said.
“What?!” I said as I ran over to the pond. I gasped at the sight of my reflection.
“Baby.” John said as he wrapped his arms around me. I turned towards him and was about to coward into his chest when I saw a flash of someone with the Flying Dragon tatoo in the pine tree.
“Hey!” I called out as I ran towards the tree. I climbed up and leapt through the trees after the Flying Dragon. She was fast though and I lost her but kept a little clue. I jumped down to find John and Jeremy running towards me.
“The Flying Dragons are at it again.” I said as I threw the red jug at them.
“Smell the inside.” I said as I grabbed the first aid kit from Jeremy and went inside. Mom helped me apply the cream and took me to the ER. There John’s Father patched me up.
“There” he said as he finished up
“Now you should stay here for a couple of days.” I nodded as John and Jeremy came in.
“Hey beautiful.” John said as he sat down beside me.
“Beautiful. Yeah right. With all these bandages on my face.” I said.
“Of course. One may like the outside but I love the inside a lot better. Now you got those scars saving me and your brother from a terrible fiery situation. Doing that means your insides are good. Good insides are the most beautiful of all.” John said. I smiled. Then I cringed in pain.
“Honey.” John said with worry.
“It’s all right.” John’s father said.
“Her muscles are probably very sore.” John gave me an apologetic look. Jeremy shoved John away and sat in his seat.
“Jeremy!” I said.
“What? It was his girlfriend who did this to you.”
“Rachel is not my girlfriend!” John shouted. As they kept arguing, John’s father wheeled me out of the room and down to my room. “Thanks.” I said. “Not a problem.” He said.
