I throw my brown bag lunch into my small backpack decorated with pins. It lies gently in there next to my notepad and pencil. I toss the pack onto my shoulders and head out the door. I go to the bike rack in front of my apartment building and I undo the lock attached to the lime green bicycle. I firmly grip the handles and swing my short leg over to the other side of the bike, as I start pedaling I ring the bell… for a while, small things like that entertain me. I pedal faster and faster, at one point my blonde hair had masked my vision due to the wing I was creating, so I decided it would be best if I slowed down, and just in time, I had reached my destination.
I hop off my bike and take in a big whiff of the park air. God I loved the park, it inspires me. I walk my bike over to my tree and lean it against it. I quickly scan the area to make sure no one is watching me, I have gotten in trouble with the police multiple times for doing what I’m about to do. I push on my bike to make sure it is firmly placed against the trunk of the tree. I put one of my feet on the seat of the bike and use my leg muscles to lift me up. I grab hold of the branch above me and lift myself up. I sit on the branch while I take my backpack off and grab out my notepad and pencil, I zip it back up and replace it on my back.
I begin to write, I can see the majority of the park from up here. I write in peace for a while, every now and then a bird would land on my branch only to notice me and then frantically fly away. My peace is eventually interrupted by the strumming of a guitar; I then hear a deep voice begin to sing.
“I played it safe, I kept my foot up on the brake.” I place my notebook and pencil back in my bag and hook it on my shoulders. With that I fall backwards on the tree branch, closing my eyes. I catch myself at the crook of my knee so I am now hanging upside down. I can see the mystery singers back; he is sitting down on a bench maybe three feet away from me.
“Hey,” I say to him, he turns around.
“DEAR GOD!” he shrieks, somewhat girly I might add, and he jumps back falling off his seat.
“Woopsie” I say to myself as I hold on to the branch with one hand and let go of it with my legs, causing my body to spin right up as I land on the ground with a thud. I rush over to the boy and help him up.
“You scared the living hell out of me.” He says. The musician had long chocolate colored hair, with hazel eyes, he had to be taller than six feet, and I have to say, it was pretty adorable how scared he was.
“Not my fault you’re a wus” I say innocently.
“Hey! Normal people don’t hang from trees!”
“Well I’m not normal” I admit frankly.
“Obviously” he pauses for a moment, avoiding my gaze “My name is Rocky” he hold out his hand.
“I’m Liz!” I grab his hand with both of mine and give him a double handed hand shake. “So Rocky, what were you up to?”
“I was uh, just playing a song I wrote a while ago, hoping it would spark a new idea, I’m in the process of writing four new songs.”
“Cool, cool” We sit down on the bench next to each other “How far are you on the new songs?”
“Well…”
“I see… maybe I could help? I dabble in the skill of writing, not so much lyrics, but maybe the skills are transferrable” I smile.
“Sounds good to me” he smiles widely, revealing that he is the proud owner of a very flirtatious dimple. Damn, this boy may have just gotten ten times cuter, if that is even possible. I stretch out my legs, still a little stiff from my fall. My jeans shorten to just above my ankles.
