Fourth Of July

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Jack P.O.V

He drove me home that night.

The music slowly humming in the back and the low drone of the car on faded pavement. The air cool, windy.

It was a comforting feeling.

"When do you want picked up in the morning." His voice rough from being silent for so long. "Does 7 sound good for you? Some alone time before school starts." He merely nods and pulls into my neighborhood.

We bid our goodbyes and act like we hadn't made out for the past two hours. "See you tomorrow baby boy." I smile and blush lightly. "Goodbye stranger."

Trying to sneak in my house was going to be tough. And I didn't have my key. Well shit.

I trudge around back and creep into my backyard hopping the gate. My room is on the second floor and conveniently there is a tree right outside it to the roof. Cliche right.

I look up and wander how I will scaffole the wooded creature. I carefully set my food on the stump and look up, pulling myself up.

This goes about for a few minutes before I realize the branches are getting smaller and smaller and I'm not really anywhere close to my window. More like sitting in the middle of a damn tree with branches and leave sticking out of my hair. I look like a birds nest.

I contemplate on coming down but seeing I spent all the energy to get up here and don't feel like being a hero and jumping. Well shit.

I glance around and find a semi sturdy branch that looks like it could hold my weight. I slowly edge my way to it and push hard on it to test its strength. It holds. Good. I straddle the branch and slowly try to edge myself to the end to get closer to my roof.

That's when hell broke loose.

The scooting was becoming tedious and I basically picked my ass up and moved it forward. However when I came down again for the third time a huge knot in the wood came right where my balls were. I screech and curl into a ball. "My dick!" I cry out and wriggle around in pain.

This went on for about three minutes. Me fighting to not throw up and be quite. I finally catch my breath and continue the slow scootching.

I finally make it to where I can jump on my roof. I set one foot on the limb and push off. I'm for sure I looked like a flying squirle. I landed with a thud and stumble back trying to stand up. "What the-" my sentence was stopped short when I turn and see that my shoe lace was caught on the branch. My leg kinda being pulled up didn't feel too nice. I struggle to free myself and fumble more than I would like. I frown and yank. This ended in me sliding down dangerously low to the edge of the roof. I let out a breath and scramble to get back up.

I eventually pull my foot out of my shoe, which took a while since the tree pulled my lace tighter and I couldn't get it out. I stumble up the a framed roof with one shoe and tiptoe to my window. I never lock them since I smoke and can't have my room smelling like smoke. I see discarded fags next to the window and smile.

I flip the switch and swing the window open. Now the next task, my desk sits in front of my window. How do I get in safely and not make a mess.

I throw off my other shoe and jacket inside on the floor and breath. I reach in and grab the side of the table and the edge of my seat. I slowly set on foot in the seat and pull the other one in. I'm currently one foot in the seat and the other dangling halfway inside and out.

Being the clumsy person I am, I loose balence in the chair since it wasn't pushed out all the way and kick the crap out of my desk lamp. I curse and kick a bunch of shit off my desk.I fall to the floor with a thud and the desk comes with me.