"How long?"
"Adam, come o-"
"No, dammit! How long have you been sneaking behind my back with Rick? How long have you been seeing him, and kissing him and doing other things with him behind my back?"
"I don't have to-"
"How long!"
"...7 months..."
The night was dark, the night was late, the night was quiet, sitting here was no mistake. Like most of my nights, I sat on the rooftop outside of my window, laying flat on my back with a blanket over top of me. My eyes were glued to the night sky above where the stars danced peacefully and brightly in the sky. I smiled to myself letting the peaceful night sink in. Nights like these were the best. Nothing could ever ruin it.
A noise from below me caused me to jump. Carefully, I sat up from my spot and peered over the edge of the roof. There I saw Rick walking down the driveway. It was practically 2 in the morning. What was he doing here, and why was he here? I furrowed my eyebrows and called out to him. Everyone was already in bed anyways so I knew no one could hear me.
"Rick?" I called out. The boy suddenly stopped. He quickly turned around and looked everywhere for me. However he couldn't find me. I started to smile, "up here!" I know shouted, waving at him. He looked up and finally spotted me. Through the darkness, I could see his face soften.
"Oh, hey, princess," he responded back. He let his arms fall to his side. He wore a pair of shorts and a regular tshirt as if they were his night clothes. In his hand, he held his varsity jacket. He held it up for a split second before letting his hands fall back down. "I, uh, I came to get my jacket. I left it in the back shed. Aydin said to come and get it whenever, and I couldn't sleep, so, well, here I am," he slightly laughed. My smile grew.
"You headed back home right away?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Uh, probably not. Scooter has his girlfriend over so I'm at the house tonight, and you know how that goes, I guess," I could tell something was bothering just by the way he talked and carries himself. My smile started to fade. I bit my lip.
"Come sit with me," I offered, "we can talk." I heard him sigh from below. He wasn't the type of person to talk, I knew that, but I could tell that maybe since something was seriously bother him, he'd actually open up to me. Now I didn't expect him to open up to me at all. But I never knew. The older boy walked forwards towards the house and soon disappeared. I could hear him climbing up the little fence that sat against the side of the house, with vines and roses growing up the side. It was a beautiful piece my mother wanted there so bad, and even though she was gone, my father kept it there because no matter how much he hated her, he loved her.
