"Faeyar's Followers?" I looked at Rowen, confused.

"Yeah, they've got their own book and everything. I don't know a lot about what they do though." The boy laid on his stomach, watching the ground beneath him.

"Is it some weird cult or like an actual religion?" I laid on my back beside him, with my guitar securely on my stomach. 

"Aren't all religions weird cults?" I chuckled at his distaste. 

"It sounds so familiar... I think there's a club at our school for it. Study meetings, I think." Rowen's strong arms hoisted the rest of his torso up, his head hovering over my face. 

"Spy on them!" He said in an uncharacteristically childlike way. I smiled, his hair dripped down close to my face; he was really close. I lifted my hand up to touch his cheek, his face was rough and had small scratches scattered about, along with tiny bumps of texture and teenage acne. His blue eyes darted from my hand to my face. 

"You act like it's some silly game." I hummed. "You do know we're trying to find a serial killer so my mom doesn't go to prison, right?" 

"Of course I know that!" He retorted in a gruff tone, his face starting to bloom a pinkish hue. He pulled away from me to sulk. 

"I'll go to a meeting tomorrow." I said with a smile, returning to my guitar. I felt his shoulder brush against mine. "Hm?"

"Can you play that one song...?" He had turned on his side to face me. 

"I don't know what 'that one song' is." I teased, turning my head to look at his frosty eyes.

"The pink one." He mumbled. I raised an eyebrow. Sighing, he shyly hummed the melody of one song I've played before a few times. I looked at him with wide eyes and a creeping smile. 

"Did you just hum?" I said. "That's like, almost singing!" His face turned red.

"Shut up!" His hands hid his shame and I continued to stare in shock. 

"What do you mean by 'pink'?" 

"When you play it... I see pink." His muffled voice explained. "Pink... swirls I think?"

"Is that for all of my songs?" He nodded, his eyes peering out behind his hands.

"They're different colors, though."  I smiled, and felt the urge to touch his face again. 

"I should write some lyrics~" I teased; he only buried his face further into his hands and the bed. I laughed, and proceeded to play his song of choice. After I finished I put my guitar on the floor and flopped over to my side. "Let's name it." He looked at me. "How about.. Roses? Roses are pink sometimes; and it sounds like Rowen.. Rowen's Roses!" He rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Awesome."

 "I'll make you sing one of my songs one day." 

"I'd rather die." He grumbled. 

"Hello?" I cautiously peaked into the small room. A few kids were in a circle, discussing something. "Is this for Faeyar's Followers?" I asked awkwardly. A boy smiled at me.

"Yes! Are you interested in joining?" He patted the seat next to him. 

"Um, I'm really just curious, is all." I tentatively sat down, anxious with all the eyes looking at me. There were 6 kids in the small classroom, each had a small black book accompanied by their lunches. 

"That's great! We welcome anyone who has the open mind to listen." He smiled big. "My name's Liam." 

"I'm Chip..." The gazes of the other people were hot on my skin. I hated groups. 

"Chip? Like Chip Davis?" A girl with black hair and heavy makeup inquired. I nodded. "Sick." She returned to her lunch. That's not how that usually goes. I thought. 

"That's Iris. Next to her is Amanda. The guy with glasses is Henry, and that's his older brother Dashe." Each waved at me as Liam introduced them. 

"And I'm Cecile." A girl with blonde hair said as she slapped a small black book in front of me. "If you're here to terrorize us, then I suggest leaving now." She scowled. 

"Cessy! Be nice!" Amanda chimed. Cecile glared, and returned to her seat. "He looks nice!" Amanda flashed me a sweet smile, which I returned. 

"So... do you have any questions?" Liam asked, folding his hands on the table. I turned different thoughts around me head. What would be most useful to the case?

"Um..." 

"I'll give you an overview." Liam said confidently. "Faeyar is the creator and ender of all. He controls everything except us. It's believed Faeyar created us to see what would happen if he didn't control something. Naturally, we messed everything up. Faeyar has another world set for those who he deems worthy, where he has full control over everything! Nothing will hurt you and you'll be happy for eternity. However, those who choose to continually disobey Faeyar will die. His followers are commanded to take their bodies and give them to Faeyar to cast out into the infinite universe, so that even their bodies can't poison his earth anymore." 

"That's a little harsh-" I coughed out, even more intimidated. 

"It's what needs to be done." Liam shrugged.

"How do you bring bodies to Faeyar?" 

"I'm not sure, the Voices are the ones that handle those things." A troubling feeling rose in my stomach. 

"Voices?" I asked.

"Voices are kinda like pastors. They lead Follower meetings and study Faeyar's texts to teach them to others. They're said to be born with a special connection with Faeyar, and they talk to him. Since they're so close to Faeyar, they're supposed to stay away from other people, as to not rot their hearts." Liam had opened his lunch, ready to eat. 

"Who are they?" 

"You're not supposed to know, they wear masks. If you want to come to a meeting, it's at the church. Mondays at eight." I told them all thank you and walked out of the room. Bring bodies to Faeyar... maybe they know more about the bodies than the news is letting on!

With a new objective and helpful information, I returned to Rowen with glee.