Chapter 8: Won't Say I'm in Love

The sun peeking through the shades was Rakesh’s alarm to rise. He sat up and stretched before noticing a small vial of bubblegum pink liquid on the bedside table, a note attached to the neck of it by a bit of twine.

“Drink me.” Rakesh read with a chuckle. “Curiouser and curiouser.”

As he drank, Rakesh was pleasantly surprised that it did, indeed, remind him of bubblegum. He emptied the contents and felt a rush of energy course through him. He vaulted out of bed and to his feet, feeling better than he had in ages. He hurriedly dressed himself and rushed into the living area, but noticed that he was alone. Another note caught his attention, this time attached to the door.

“Gone to the brook.” He muttered to himself. “Back in a few.” Rakesh simply shrugged and trotted out the door and down the forest path. “Maybe she needs some help.”