Rooftop
“Watch your step,” He warned as he climbed up onto the roof of the dilapidated Movie Theater. I climbed up after him and he smiled cheekily. “This is my favoritest place in the entire world!” He said spreading out his arms in an over exaggerated gesture to the area around him.
I looked around the flat roof was plain; however the rolling hills on my left and view of the entire town on my right was gorgeous. “This is amazing!” I exclaimed as I ran to look at the hills in the distance and I felt him at my side. “Thanks for showing me,” I stated gratefully receiving a nod and another cheeky grin.
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“Its okay,” he reassured as he held me in his arms. I was still sobbing and he sighed holding me tighter. “That jackass will never hurt you again,” he promised rubbing my arm comfortingly. Accidently running his hand over one of my bruises and I winced.
“How could I let myself go through that?” I sobbed into his chest still shaking under his grip. Eventually I calmed and we laid there on top of the Movie Theater him with his arm around me occasionally whispering something to me.
We stared up at the stars he pointed out some of the constellations to me and I felt safe again. He was always there, even after when I had blatantly ignored him and went out with a guy who repeatedly beat me. He was always there just to pick up the pieces.
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“Well, well Happy Fourth of July,” I turned to see him standing there smiling down at me as I sat at the edge of the theater roof dangling me feet over the edge waiting for fireworks to light the sky.
“You just can’t stay away from me, huh?” I joked as he sat down next to me. We hadn’t talked in about a year and he looked so much different. His dark hair had grown almost over his laughing eyes and his clothes hung loosely off his body.
“You just can’t stay away from this rooftop, huh?” he smiled at me and I realized how much I missed him over the year we hadn’t talked. It hadn’t been even mildly intentional, we had both just been busy and haven’t had a chance to really see each other, let alone talk.
“I guess I really can’t stay away from this place.” I admitted as I leaned back a bit to look up at the stars above my head. He did the same, but his body seemed tensed. “Are you okay?” I asked, He looked at me with his emerald eyes and smiled his body relaxing.
“I’m fine,” he reassured, turning his eyes back up to the sky. “I am curious though I guess… Where is your boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend?” I questioned in confusion sitting back up and tilting my head sideways to stare at him.
“What? You don’t have one?” He asked just as confused as I was.
“No, I haven’t had a boyfriend since Chris and that was months ago. Why do you have a girlfriend or something? Why did you just bring it up?” He looked at me quizzically for a moment before he finally answered.
“I’ve never had a girlfriend, why do you think I would get one now? Just forget it, I don’t know random thought.” He shrugged and I nodded disbelievingly. Weird. I was about to begin contemplating his weird question when the fireworks started. I watched the fireworks briefly before my brain got the better of me and I looked over at him. His face could have very well belonged to a five-year-old as he watched the fireworks. He noticed me staring and smiled at me, for once I saw my old best friend as something else…attractive, very attractive.
Wait, did you just think your old best friend was attractive? No, you couldn’t have thought that about someone who you called your brother for at least half your life. No way. But you did…said some voice in the back in my mind. Stupid dumbass voice. Did I just call some voice in my head stupid? God, that can’t be a good sign.
“What would you do if I told you I loved you?” he asked quietly staring deeply into my eyes, I had to keep my mouth from physically dropping. Did he just ask that?
“What would you say if I said no?” I replied shyly after a slight moment of hesitation.
“Damn,” he answered looking back up at the fireworks.
“What?”
“If I told you I loved you and you said no, I would say damn.” He clarified in a melancholy tone.
“What if I said I did love you?” I asked smiling at his suddenly excited face.
“I would say kiss me.” I shook my head laughing but followed his order. This has to be the biggest cliché out there, and damn, I hate clichés. I guess I’ll have to make an exception…just once, just for him.
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