365 Days At The Swings

Leo

 (AND YO, WOW CURRENTLY 365 DAYS AT THE SWINGS HAS HAD 207 READS. That makes me really happy so thank you c:) 

~Megan

"Harris? Are you going to come up or what? Or do I need to offer you my coat since it is freezing out here?"

Tess said with a smile, crossing her arms over chest as she waited on top of the roof.

You could see why I am hesitant. I mean, she could throw me off the roof and get away with murder. You will never know.

"Hey, I thought I was the guy in this situation."

"That's just sexist." 

Tess spat back with an eye roll.

"All right, I am coming."

 I mumbled back with a grin.

I never been on the roof. Not in any building really. You know when you walk up the stairs and sometimes there would a door that said "roof access." As a child, I always dreamed about going up to the roof, I thought it would be the coolest thing in the world.

And I was right, once I was the roof, I had an urge to shout out to the void. 

"Okay what is the big surprise?" 

I asked with a sly smile.

"Close your eyes." 

Tess muttered, continuing on to say

"And count to 19."

"Why not 20?" 

I asked curiously, facing the other away, my eyes being shut.

"19 is your favorite number right?" 

I don't know why I always liked the number 19, maybe its because it was the last official age to be a kid. Well I know at 18 you are already an adult.  Ironic since I am turning 18. But there is still NINE TEEN. So I think it's dumb, 18 being the legal age.

"18."

Tess announced, cutting off my countdown, shoving a portrait in front of my face.

When I could take a better look at it, a realization comes to me.

Its me and my dad.

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I don't know how long it has been, since I gave her the picture. A month probably. But she said she wanted to do something with it, which is why I never got it. Until now.

It's a painting, beautifully painted across the canvas, light and heavy strokes are all over it. My smile is a bit exaggerated as I was on my father's back, holding up  the toy my dad bought me.

A toy army men. Its green, scratched up, not very brand new, but I loved it as if it was my own child.

"Here is the photo by the way." 

Tess whispered quietly, placing the crooked photo onto my hands.

A few seconds past by, and all I can manage is to look at the painting, then back at the photo.

I don't know how I can repay her.

"Harris aren't you going to say something? If you hate it that much then I - "

But I cut her off; by placing my lips onto hers.

It was an impulse, I don't know why. I was filled with such gratitude towards her. It was a beautiful painting. But never, not once I thought about kissing her.

Her lips are soft, but a bit dry, makes me think that she never wears any chap stick. Which is okay, my lips are cracked too.

She is unresponsive at first, but then she gradually starts to kiss me back, wrapping her tiny arms around my neck.

But soon enough, she pulls away.

"I don't do cheating Harris."

Well neither do I. 

I don't know what to think, or to feel, but I knew one thing...

The kiss was amazing.

"I- I can't do this to Sarah, I will have to..."

"Oh so that's your lovers' name?" 

Tess cuts me off, giving me a soft smile. It was as if that we haven't kissed just a second ago and here she was, smiling away.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's her last name?"

"Lanster." 

I replied back automatically, but that's when it happened.

Tess's whole facial expression changed in an instant,  it was as if a gray cloud flew over her.

"No, this can't  be true." 

She mutters back in worried tone, fear was all over her eyes.

"What's wrong Tess?" 

I asked , taking a closer step towards her. Hesitantly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She smiled back in response as she said the words that I would have never wanted to hear in my life.

"Harris... Sarah is my sister."

(Yay cliff-hangers :3 ~Megan)