The Boy on the Hill

Chapter 2

Of course, the night we met was only the start of it all. I went back to the hill the next Friday, hoping that I'd get to see him. I hoped that I'd get to tell him about my day and how I felt. I was hoping I'd get to let out all my demons instead of having to hold them in or write about them in my notebook. I didn't want to write about this in my notebook, it was something I didn't want to remember. That was funny, with all the things I've written about, this didn't seem like something I wouldn't want to just forget about. I just wanted to talk about it, though. I wanted to let it out to someone and then just forget it ever happened.

As I walked up the hill and threw my bike on the ground, I looked around. I walked around the tree and looked everywhere to see if he was just hidden. I didn't see him, though. Not a spot to be seen. I sat down at the tree, taking a deep breath as the events ran through my head over and over again. I took a deep breath as all I could think about was what happened, PB completely escaping my mind.

I pulled out my small notebook and opened up to a new page, deciding that writing about it might be the only way to get everything out. As I wrote the last word on the page, I felt a tap on my shoulder as a familiar voice said, "Wow!" I jumped back away from the tree and looked up to see who it was. PB stood before me and I was able to catch my breath, relieved it wasn't anyone else.

"Don't scare me like that!" I told him.

"Sorry," He said. "You were just so deep in writing, I didn't want to disturb you." I looked away for a second as my face turned slightly red. "You're a good writer, ya know."

I turned back towards PB. "Thanks," I said. "I don't usually let people read anything in my notebook, though."

"Oh, I'm sorry," He looked down and curled his lips. "What inspired you to write it anyways?" I looked up at him, eyes widened.

I looked around at the town full of wealthy people to see adults walking around with their friends, family, and pets, and children playing in the open space and the streets. Although people weren't really anywhere near the hill, I was still afraid someone would hear me if I talked to PB about my notebook.

"Here, come with me," I said, grabbing his wrist and beginning to pull him towards the woods that were just beyond the hill we stood upon. He pulled his arm away, though, holding it close to his chet.

"I don't know, man," He stated. "My clothes are really expensive and my parents would get angry with me if they get ruined."

"You're clothes won't be ruined," I said, holding out my hand. "I promise, just roll up your pants and sleeves!" He was hesitant, but eventually he sighed, rolled up his pants and sleeves, and took my hand. I yanked him far into the forest, where there was a swingset. The swing set seemed to be there without a sign of other people there, so I just assumed that it was built for a house that had children awhile back. It was hardly used anymore, though.

I let go of PB's hand and sat on the left swing, him following behind to sit on the right one next to me. I started to swing slowly back and forth, grasping the notebook in both of my hands and looking down at it. I dragged my feet across the ground as I slowly swung back and forth and when I looked up, I saw PB looking over at me, doing the same thing. "This is where I write things out as poems," I say. "They're reflections of my feelings, my deepest thoughts." I stared down at my notebook again. I felt a hand on my back and looked up to see PB had reached over to try and comfort me.

"Do you mind if I read some of the things you wrote?" He asks.

"Well," I say. "Not yet. I'm not sure if I'm ready to show anyone anything in here."

"Okay," He rubbed my back for a little before pulling his hand back. "I'll wait, then. I don't want to push it."
I smiled at him and he smiled back. Me and PB started joking around with each other. His laugh was like pure heaven. It was smooth and it wasn't too loud yet, it also wasn't too quiet. His jokes made me laugh more than I ever thought I could. We gently hit each other's arms and he ruffled my hair a few times. I ruffled his hair once, it was soft. It was like the fur of a puppy. I wondered what hair products he used to get it that way, I wanted to feel it again but I felt like it would be weird if I did.

After a while of jokes and pushing each other around on the swings, we calmed down from the laughter and looked each other deep in each other's eyes. I watched as he started to lean in. I started to lean in and we kissed. We kept kissing as he grabbed my face. I grabbed his waist and pulled him down to the ground as we kept kissing, beginning to ignore the world around us. At the moment, I hadn't cared what anyone thought.

We made out 'till the moment I heard a branch snap, scaring me. I pulled away from PB and looked around, panicked."What's wrong?" He asked.

"I, um..." I hadn't explained anything before frantically looking around and jumping up. I slowly backed away, looking around some more. It wasn't long before I turned around and bolted. 'Someone found us,' I thought. 'I have to go before they find out it was me making out with PB!' I ran through the woods toward the exit, running passed branches and across rocks. I was hardly paying attention, though, only looking forward towards the light outside of the woods, so I tripped over one of the large roots that belonged to the tall trees. I felt myself get caught on one of the lower hanging tree branches and heard a ripping noise as I hit the ground. I quickly got up and took off the jacket to my school uniform and took a close look at it to see a rip going from the bottom and almost completely through the top.

'Fuck,' I thought. I didn't have time to stop and think, though, as I heard PB's voice screaming my name drawing closer. I ran as fast as I could, my face smacking a few branches along the way before I eventually found my way out. I made my way to my bike, hopped on, and rode it like there was no tomorrow. I kept riding, not looking back as I heard PB yelling. He called out my name a few times before giving up.

I sighed as I got away. I wasn't completely relieved, though. I felt bad for just leaving PB like that and my uniform was still ripped. I was going to be grounded or something worse if my foster father found out.