The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.

Aly... Oh My Gosh...

Dimitri's POV 

I sat on my bed and looked out the window. I couldn't believe I had killed my parents. I frown and then smile. Aly had cheered me up on the way back. I didn't have to worry anymore. But Aly was really worrying. She bust through my door. 

"They should be back by now. They should be back by now," Aly paces around the room. 

"I'm sure they are on their way right now. I think you are over-reacting," I reassure her, but she obviously wasn't listen. 

"Where are they?!" Aly shouts. She frantically dials numbers on her phone. One by one, no one picks up. 

"Aly, calm down," I say. 

"Oh get a life," Aly retorts. I knew she was hyperventilating now. 

"Aly? I think you need to relax," I tell her. 

"There's no way I could do that! They have been gone way too long!" Aly falls on to the bed. 

"Aly! Are you okay?" I ask. I put my hand on her forehead. She was heating up again. Her fever was high, just like it was when our plane exploded. 

"I'm fine!" Aly jumps up again and paces around. 

"Aly? Go relax in a nice hot bath," I say. I ran to get the thermometer. I remembered that Aly was outside with no scarf on or mittens. No wonder she was sick. 

"Why? I'm..." Aly tries. 

"Aly, go!" I order. Aly walks to the bathroom and shuts the door. I sit on the couch and wait for her to come out so I can check her temperature. The water turned on and I could see the steam come out of the room. 

I hear laughter coming from outside. The door opens and in comes the rest of the gang. 

"Did you see their faces?" Damien laughs. 

"Cleo thinks they are stupid," Cleo walks towards the window. 

"Cleo wants the shwiney things," Cleo sighs. 

"Where's Aly?" Riza asks. 

"Taking a bath. She has a fever," I reply. 

"Hey! It's like a hot tub in here!" Aly calls out. I laugh. 

"So what are we going to have for dinner?" Alagretto says. "Cause I"m tired from all those girls chasing me." 

"Cleo could order stuff from room service," Cleo says. 

"That's fine," Riza reaches in her pocket and pulls out a credit card. 

"Yay! Cleo will get the menu! Oh, shwiney!" Cleo runs towards the counter and sees a spoon. 

"I thought you were..." Damien sighs. 

"This is Cleo's new shwiney spoon," Cleo confirms, spacing out in a chair. 

"I'll get the menu," Alagretto asks. He goes to the window and gets the menu off of the desk. 

"Hey look! It's him!" a muffled voice says. Alagretto looks out the window and turns pale. I get up and look out the window. There was a group of girls. 

"I can't believe they followed us. I thought they were bored," Alagretto looks scared. 

"What happened?" I ask. 

"They were the reason we couldn't get here earlier," Damien says, hiding. 

I sigh. Let's see what we can eat. They Aly stumbles out the bathroom. She is grinning wildly and practically falling to the floor with every step she takes. I catch her and sit her down. 

"What happened to you? Your fever is still bad," I say, putting the thermometer in her mouth. 

"Uf sss du butt en gunn ick," Aly slurs. 

"What?" Riza asks. Aly takes the thermometer out of her mouth and throws it wildly. It almost hits Cleo in the head. 

"You almost hit Cleo. Cleo should send the power of shwiney things to hurt you," Cleo yells. 

"Cleo, calm down," Damien says. Cleo glares at him. 

"You don't tell Cleo what to do. Cleo tells Cleo what to do," Cleo screams at him. 

"Okay, okay," Damien holds his hands up in surrender. 

"I saw this bottle and druuuunk it," Aly laughs weirdly. "Couldn't see label. It was tasty." Aly falls on the couch. I take the bottle from her hand. It was empty. 

"That is vodka," Riza says flatly. 

"Are you drunk, Aly?" I ask. This was bad. 

"The air says no," Aly laughs. "What's we gonna eat? I'm hungry." Aly takes stuff and makes it float in the air. 

"Cool magic tricks," Aly smiles. 

"She's drunk," Riza rolls her eyes and sighs.