The Original Title Was Bad So I Made This One Which is No Better

The hot summer sun radiated it's thick puff of heat. I was sat in my chair which I had forced to grow into the wide gap between the tree branches of the great oak tree outside my garden; I could see everything from here, the tiny stream that ran through the overgrown flower field into the cool Forest the stream flowing down past small hills around trees. There weren't many house where I lived but

It was a five minutes biking distance from a tiny village made of stone and annoying kids.

I was trying to pull up Connor's chair into the tree but it was too heavy seeing as he chose the dark mahogany chair with a red velvet cushion sewed eternally onto the ugly chair. "God damn it Connor why can't you choose a normal chair?" I screamed down at him from the shady oak tree.

And his freckled face looked up pushing his ginger hair back from his forehead. "Because this ones fancy."

"Fuck you." I muttered under my breath.

Finally when we got the chair up it didn't fit between the branches Connor chose so he shared my perfectly positioned chair.

"You could've had your own chair if you would've chose one of these chairs." I gestured at my own chair which seat was not visable now because of Connors ass covering it.

"Hhahahaha."

"Connor that's not funny."

As I said that his laugh coughed up enormously and he was gasping for air.

"Hahahahaha." I laughed at his dumb ass laugh.

I looked around taking in all of the beautiful leaves dodging and reflecting sunlight on this summer day.

I stared up into to the sky unable to find it because if the amount if branches and leaves covering it.

"Hey, have we actually ever climbed to the top?" Connor beared his teeth unconsciously as if to block the sun somehow. He shrugged so we both reached for the most stable branches and elevated ourselves upwards.

It had been almost five minutes and me and Connor still hadn't reached the top we both knew something weird was going on. Since he was beneath me on the branches I rubbed my foot on the dry branch under my sandle creating wood dust to fly down below me and I yelled "Oh my God my cut looks like a boob." and the dumb ass fell for it getting a load off dust in his eyes.

"I feel like we're getting nowhere." I exclaimed after continuing to climb the tree for exactly 10 minutes.

" We could climb to the top."

"Fucking genius Connor not like that idea got us in this in the first place!"

"You seem angry, want some if my packed lunch?"

I looked at Conner, took his lunch box, farted in it and threw it off the tree. I listened for the sound if a lunchbox hitting the ground but only heard it after about seven seconds.

"How the hell are we so high up?"

"We climbed up here."

"I sort of wish it wouldn't have been a 'we' now."

It was darkening now so I got put my torch and emergency blanket which I put on three thick sturdy branches to make a Quick bed. While Connor slept with a 'cool dude' blanket on baby twigs yet to be broken when he lays down on them.

I had approximately 4 hours if broken sleep but when I woke up I was met by a guy with glasses long hair tied in an uncombed ponytail leaning sideways on my third branch I decided not use for my bed.

"Sup." I shivered at his chilled voice.

"Nothing much you know just chilling in a fucking never ending tree just the usual."