Magic Upon Magic: The Key

"Then who did it?" I demanded them, my hands on my hips. Elaina now stands up, holding her chest. She stabilizes herself by clutching the bed tightly. I glance around to see her nails digging into the bed. The wind blows from the open window, whipping my braid. I shield my eyes, staring at the guys. The boys shrug. "Nice answer. Not going to convince me here." I shout through the noisy wind.  Elaina speaks up. "Me- neither." She manages to gasp. "Wait a minute." Jackson grabs the letter from my hand. He reads it slowly, Andrew trailing over his shoulder. "I swear that we didn't do it." Andrew said, his eyes peeking through his aviator glasses. "It isn't our handwriting." I raise a questioning eyebrow. "Show me." I twirl my hand, taking a piece of paper out of thin air. I balance it on my finger and land it on the coffee table. "Write." I say simply, pointing at the piece of paper. Jackson grabs a pen from the nightstand in the center and writes his name. He passes it to Andrew. He jots down his name, finishing with a grand flourish. He shoves it to me. "Sheesh." He mutters, his eyes crackling with electricity. "I have the right to be suspicious." I huff at him. I grab the paper and scan it.

Jackson 

Andrew (See? We didn't do it!)

I look at them and sigh. I look at Andrew for his remark in parentheses. They didn't do it. "Fine. You people didn't do it. You win. But then, that leaves one question remaining:Who did it then?" Everyone didn't know. "I think it's another demigod from Camp Jupiter disguising as Andrew and Jackson." I said. "Maybe your mother." Elaina managed to say. Andrew shook his head saying, "Nah, maybe a different god or goddess." Jackson looked around. "I kind of have to agree with Andrew." I shrug at them. "I'm tired." Elaina suddenly called out. We called it a night and I helped Elaina walk to the elevator. She stumbled every often or so. I helped support her as the elevator went up. She sheet of brunette hair was messed up from the day. The elevator dinged as we silently went off to find our room. Ah soon as we found it, I tripped into the room. Elaina immediately fell asleep as she dropped onto the bed. I changed, staring at the room. I brushed my teeth, and slipped into my white and blue pajamas. I eyelids were heavy from the day, but my brain was whizzing with thoughts. Who sent the package? Was it really Andrew and Jackson? Is Elaina going to be okay? Silent tears fell down my cheek as I held onto the last thought. I listened to her breathing. They were short and sharp, but otherwise, she was sleeping soundly. I wiped the trickling tears from my face. My face suddenly felt cold. I shut the window. PC groaned. I pick her up, staring. She tried to pit on a pouting face. She looked really weird. With the image in front of me, I let out a small laugh. It made me feel better. A small, simple laugh. A laugh. Laughing. PC started to laugh, fine, chitter as she joined me. Elaina turned around, her eyes slowly opening. "Wh-wh-wha are you guys doin?" She muttered sleepily. I laughed harder.  She managed to smile through the pale moonlight, illuminating her bright eyes.  Carefully hoisting herself up, she smiled a little wider. She pulled the straps of her light pink tank top, letting off a small giggle. Finally, we were laughing until our sides hurt. There was even banging on the wall as we laughed. "Keep it down, uh, down there!" Someone yelled, pounding on the floor. Unfortunately for that person, we were laughing loudly. Laughing is contagious. The laughter never seemed to die down. When I set myself down, I felt like I was in a merry-go-round. Clutching my insides, I set my self down. Elaina was almost seemign like she was wearing the all new permanent smile. Her teeth were flashing and her eyes seemed to be showing happiness. PC eventually scaled the wall to sleep, because if you remeber, no pets allowed. I waved her a good-bye and sat down, looking at Elaina. She was sound asleep again, as if nothing had happened. She looked more, more, happier, peaceful, calm, as she inhaled deep breaths. Laughter. I thought to myself again. That's the key.