Antithesis of Me

Chapter 2

I woke up at 11:28 with a dry mouth, a growling stomach, and a sense of adventure.
"Might as well eat then go outside," I whispered to myself. I crept down the creaky stairs as quick as I could hoping I could find what I needed quick.
My mocha coffee was in the top cabinet, and my granola bars were in the one next to it.
"Mom knows how I like my stuff organized," I stated, smiling to myself.
10 minutes and a granola bar later, I was walking out of my house with a coffee cup in hand. I went out the backdoor grabbing a flashlight as I went, even though it wouldn't really be needed. The moon was brighter than the eyes of a child on their birthday.
I walked along the stream whilst staring at the little frogs along the bank, wondering just how God came up with so many different creatures. When I stopped to take the mental note, I heard a twig snap towards the southwest.
Definitely human sized, I thought, most likely female. 130 pounds at most.
My family used to go camping all the time, and my dad taught me how to analyze the sounds in the woods to identify nearby organisms. Let's just say he was a happy camper when I got all of them right.
I heard a twig snap for a second time, and I decided to take a chance and speak up.
"Who's there?" I asked, using my most defensive voice. The twig snaps drew nearer and I slowly backed away, ready to run. A girl about my age emerged from the shadows and smiled.
"Just an insomniac flower child who followed the smell of coffee!" She replied, taking the mug from my hands. When the hot liquid hit her lips, the girl's face twisted into a look of disappointment.
"Oh girl," she sighed, handing it back. "Too sweet! Where's the bitter?" I chucked and took a drink myself.
"Nonexistent," I answered, dropping my defensive stature. The girl shook her head.
"You've already got a bad mark in Judah's book of friends..." She giggled, shaking her head.
I just shrugged my shoulders. "Well Judah," I began,"what exactly are you doing outside this late?" My watch wasn't visible, so an estimate on time was near impossible.
"I guess I could ask you the same question," she replied, jumping to reach the lowest limb on the nearest tree. Judah climbed it with ease, and I could tell that gymnastics (professional or not) was a hobby of hers.
"My parents are hippies; they don't care what I do," I explained. A look of shock and joy came over her features.
"Girl same!" She cheered, reaching down for a high-five. I stood on my toes in order to achieve such a feat.
"Is there room for two up there?" I asked. I could see that she nodded her head yes, so I threw my coffee cup upwards and climbed the tree.
"It's so pretty through here," I said, taking a look at my surroundings. I believed that everything was always better at night.
"It really is," my new friend Judah replied. "Granola bar?" I looked down to see that she had two in her hand, yet no pockets were sewn onto her jacket or leggings.
"Where'd you get those?" I asked, looking for a cloud to drop them at any moment.
"In this little hole I made," she answered. I looked to see that there was a small hole carved into the tree, and it held a box of granola bars and five water bottles.
"Clever trick" I remarked. She smirked a proud one and tossed one of the snacks in my direction.
Before we took the first bite, Judah tapped them together.
"A toast to my fellow hippie child."