Rooftops and Guitars

Chapter 3

I can't believe he left me alone on someone else's roof. I mean, if it were his own roof then maybe I wouldn't have been so mad. I know I can get kind of boring sometimes. That, at least, is kind of understandable. Plus, if I had been confronted by someone of the household whilst trying to return to the safety of my own house I could have simply explained to them of their son's habits of blackmailing people into climbing onto the roof.

They could have said, "Oh, yes. He does tend to do that. Our deepest apologies," and we would have all shared a laugh and bonded over our little heart to heart discussion. But no. He left me with nothing to work with. Instead my night got worse.

I still sat on the roof for a good five minutes after he left trying to comprehend all that had happened that evening. Finally, I decided to flee the neighbors roof and go home so I could stress over my homework. As one does on the Sunday before something is due.

I started towards the ladder that had been leaning on the roof previously, when I noticed that it wasn't there anymore. Now, you would think that the inevitable would sink in pretty quickly and I would come to the conclusion that Harley had taken the ladder with him and I would have to find another way off of the roof. However, I stood there staring at the place where the ladder used to be, in total confusion.

Where? The ladder? What?

Listen, by that point I had experienced a pretty weird day and was hella confused already. But then on top of everything, that asshole had to go and take the damn ladder too?

Nah, it must still be there and you just can't see it because it's dark. Yeah, that's it.

I walked towards the "ladder" when I trip on something and fall off the roof. In pain, I finally came to an important realization.

"He took the ladder?! What kind of human being takes the ladder and forces someone to jump off of the freaking roof?!" I yell, way too loudly for how late it now was. All the lights in the house I had just fallen off of turned on.

"Shit. Damn it." I said continuing to mutter all of the swear words you can think of, plus some that I had made up on the spot and were quite proud of, to be honest.

"Who are you?" A rather deep, gruff voice said threateningly. I turned around to face what would probably have caused me to pee myself out of terror if it wasn't for the guy's choice of evening wear. The deep, gruff voice belonged to a tall, large, muscular biker looking guy who was wearing non other than a, rather bright, fuchsia bath robe and matching turtle slippers.

I started to laugh uncontrollably. At this point in the evening, I didn't even think that he could, and most definitely would have punched my face in if he had gotten the chance. Mostly because of the fact that I didn't even have time to think about thinking about that sort of thing. The guy began angrily approaching and I feverishly started praying to everyone and everything I could think of including Harley, because at that point I had bigger concerns than being mad at him. Hell, I even prayed to the ladder.

As the guy approached and I literally said my prayers, something I didn't even think would happen happened . Which, honestly, seemed to be a recurring theme that night. As I prepared to greet death, something fell off of the roof, right in between me and Biker Steve. For a moment, we almost came to an understanding through the shared experience of almost being murdered by gravity. I looked down at the object only to find that it was the  ladder.

"Oh." I said. 

Either that was what I tripped over back on the roof, or praying to the ladder actually worked. At this point, I'll take either.

I looked at Biker Steve, then at the ladder and ran to my house without looking back. When I was finally in the safety of my own home again, I decided to sit on the couch and rethink everything that had just happened. I must have looked absolutely horrified because when Collin entered the room, in his spaghetti stained shirt, he simply looked at me and turned around to leave the room.

"You aren't even going to ask what happened?" I asked him.

"For your sake, no. You look like your going through some shit that I don't want to be apart of." He said as he left the room.

Oh, my loving brother, you.

Jerk.