Intertwined

Miles

Miles

It's four fifteen in the morning, and I'm sitting here, snuggled within my grey hoodie, on my rooftop. I have no reason as to why I'm up here or as to why I spent the night up here like a damn owl. I guess- it's just my spot. You'know.. those "spots" where you just need a break from the world, a place where you can merely free your mind. Yeah, the horrible shingled rooftop of my home is my safe haven. Don't ask me as to why because really I don't know myself. It's just nice up here, I suppose.

It's been about two weeks since my junior year beginning. And you'know quiet frankly I'm not loving it so far, nor the school year itself.

It feels thus we get more and more homework as we grow into each stage of out pathetic high school self. It's remotely unbearable honestly. The councillors pushing us more and more into what we want to do with the rest of our lives, and what college we desire to attend once we get out of this hell hole. It's too much sometimes if you ask me.

I sighed pulling my hoodie over my head. The slight wind starting to get to me.

I slid out my phone that beeped with a notification. It was a text from Ellie.

Of course.

I didn't really agree to this whole "becoming friends with her" thing, in the first place, for a matter of fact. If you can even call whatever this is a friendship that is. It's not that I don't want to be friends with her, she's sweet and a little cute- morally in a totally sarcastic, annoying, stubborn way! I've always been socially awkward, in a way. I guess my undying skinny physic and harsh jarring looks seem to much for some people to handle, Except for Ellie.

I don't know who she thinks she is- sticking her nose into my life all of a sudden and just ominously thinking we're friends but I don't want to waste my breath arguing about it. You'd now I rather enjoy her company, I suppose, she always can put a smile on my face even though she can be a pain in my side from time to time. Well.. most of the time.

"Miles, I need your help!" "Stat!"

"Where are you?" I typed back, confused at her little burst.

None the less I shimmed back down to my window incase I had to rush to go get her, from god knows where.

"Ellie, you're freaking me out, a little, are you okay? What happened?" I quickly typed back. Deciding to just grab my keys and make my way outside to the front yard. I quietly shut the front door trying to not wake my mom- before not a moment later a dark figure had jumped out from nowhere making us both stumble onto Richards neatly cut-grass.

I hit my head rather hard, the soft grass not making a difference for comfort. I squinted through the darkness to see who it was until I heard slight giggling.

"Ellie?" I growled, moving away the hands that covered my lips.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked quizzically, propping myself up on my elbows looking down at her. She was still laying on me, our legs a bit intertwined.

"Could I not see my good ole friend.." She nudged my shoulder, a smug grin falling onto her lips.

"El, it's four in the morning." I spoke softly.

It was silent for a moment.

"Well I don't mean to pry but I'm not your human sofa, so I'd rather like to stand up," I snorted, my cheeks being slightly red.

"Oh.." She softly said, hopping off of me. And I following behind, brushing of the extra grass that has gathered on my sweats. I was pretty sure I sustained a grass stain on them.