Rooftops and Guitars

Chapter 2

I looked around for the longest time but I couldn't figure out how to get on to the roof. I must have looked like a panicked chicken from the way I kept walking back and forth because pretty soon the boy kicked something down from the roof and laughed. A ladder. Oh, that makes more sense. I picked  up the ladder and placed it on the house. This doesn't look very safe. This ladder had definitely seen better days. The ladder had various duck tape repairs and a few of the metal rungs were replaced with cracking, and probably rotting, wood. Once again guitar boy must of noticed my hesitance because he laughed again. "Don't worry about how safe it is. I use it all the time. I even repaired it myself." He said proudly, as if who repaired it was my main concern. I sighed and began climbing regardless.

Surprisingly, I didn't fall and break my neck. I sat next to guitar boy and looked around the neighborhood. There is a pretty good view from up here. Plus it's peaceful. Can't say that I blame him for climbing up here all the time. "Harley." The boy said randomly. "Cool?" I responded, very confused. He laughed. He sure seems to do that a lot.  "No, I'm Harley." "Oh. I, um, I'm Baisil." He looked at me for awhile, thinking about something. "Yeah, I could see that." Harley replied.

What is that supposed to mean? He laughed again. Oh, I said that out loud didn't I. "Yeah, you did." He said smiling at me. Okay , you still have a chance to NOT seem like an awkward dork. SAY SOMETHING. "So, you sure laugh a lot." Smoothe, Baisil. We both stayed quiet for awhile before Harley simply picked up his guitar, without responding to my statement. He stood up with his guitar in his hand and walked toward the ladder. He faced me just before he reached the ladder. "This was fun. I hope you join me again." And with that he climbed down the ladder, guitar still in his hand. How he managed to do that without dying, I have no idea.

"So, that's it? I'm going to fail my algebra assignment because of you and now you're going to just abandon me on your own roof?" I yelled. "It's not my roof!" He yelled from below. "And, yeah. I have school tomorrow and, unlike you, I'm going to actually do my assignment. You slacker." That asshole! This is all his fault. If he hadn't been playing his guitar so loud I wouldn't be here! Wait, did he say it... isn't his roof?

"Wait, what do you mean this isn't your roof? Why did you invite me up if it isn't yours?" He smiled and laughed. Stop that. "I may laugh a lot, but you sir sure ask a lot of obvious questions." And with that he wandered off leaving me alone on a stranger's roof.

Well, damn.