dark corners

IV

i remember when i found you on the roof.

it was cliche as all hell. but then again, so were we. we were made up of cliche moments. we were always cliche, don't you think? maybe a bit too cliche. is that even possible? maybe it is, maybe it describes --- described us. perhaps we were doomed from the start. were we? maybe we had the same fate as some set of eternally damned incredibly unlucky star crossed lovers. maybe everyone saw that, well, everyone except us. whether that is true or not, it doesn't really matter. besides in movies like that, the dumb hormonal teenagers always learn some type of lesson after their heartbreak in a few years time. its been a while and i, of course, believe i have learned my lesson.

it was around 2 a.m on your roof. this is where the cliché part comes in. but what happened was in no way cliché. you weren't filled to the brim with pure raw angst. you didn't call me screaming and crying. you weren't going on about how reckless you wanted to be. there wasn't whiskey lacing your words.... well, at least not yet. and for me, it was the same. i hadn't gotten into a fight with my parents. i wasn't looking for an excuse to get out in the dead of night. i didn't want to do anything reckless either.

i was driving home from a friends house. madison, remember her? probably not. anyway, her girlfriend had broken up with her and her parents were out so i stayed until her parents returned.

it may have been fate that caused the following events to occur. you never believed in fate, did you? whenever i brought it up you'd stiffen. what had fate ever done to you? doesn't everything happen for a reason? maybe.....maybe not.

anyway it was late and i wanted to get home as soon as I could. so i took a detour. one which consisted of the road your house was on. of course, what else could happen? at this point we had been friends for about two months. nothing romantic had happened besides friendly cheeky flirting. but do you remember how many people actually thought we were dating? i guess we did act like a couple a lot. i'm side tracking again, back to that night.

i had absolutely no prior knowledge of the location of your house. dumb luck, i guess. i was in no way looking to play hero that night. i was never looking to play hero, for that matter. funny how things happen. i didn't want to save anyone, i just wanted to get home. but with me being me, i couldn't ignore a boy on his roof peering over the edge glaring at the cement driveway.

i think I snapped you out of your daze with the sound my brakes made when I slammed down on them. you stumbled on your roof a bit, but you caught your balance. somehow, that was reassuring. you could've fallen, but you caught yourself.

that didn't happen too much after that night, now did it?

i got out of my car, and I stumbled a little. my legs felt like jelly. im not sure why. i rounded the corner and walked to your driveway. i was directly below you, straining my neck to meet your eyes. if you looked down at me any more your head just might have tumbled off.

we didn't say anything.

yet.

you unlocked our eyes, after what felt like an eternity and a half. i followed your eyes to a drain pipe next to a wall filled with vines. as if it was an invitation, i walked over and climbed up. it wasn't that difficult, i always had a lot of upper body strength. you pointed that out many many times when we wrestled.

when i made it to where you were in one piece, you seemed a bit surprised. i guess a nerdy girl isn't always exactly one to scale the side of a house. but hey, i've always been full of surprises.

i took a seat next to you. well, actually, i ungracefully plopped down as close to you as I could get considering the amount of beer next to you. six-packs. there were four, if i remember correctly. feel free to tell me if i'm wrong.