His perspective

Chapter 5

I questioned Emmy's vague comment for a moment before deciding I would look around more at the writings on the wall. Some were small, some were large, some edgy, some sweet. Each word- no, every letter seemed to have thousands of people's passion bursting from it. I noticed a brighter, more colorful writing on the ceiling and did a double take. It was so big i couldn't read it at first, but...

It read in big, bold letters...

"ACAB!!"

I chuckled to myself as I heard an abrupt bang, a clatter, an "OOMPH!" supposedly from Emmy. "HAHA! I've got you now, window!!" I turned over to Emmy as she proudly stood by the window, positioning me to go first... out the window?? Was she insane??? I quickly walked toward Emmy and a... zipline. Out- out the window.

Oh.

"Well, am I the deaf one? Or are you? I said, 'You first, Tori!'" Emmy often had ziplines around her house, but never out a damn window! Especially on the fourth story!!

"You.. want me to hop out a window. Onto shingles. In flats."

"Yes."

"With no safety equipment or prior experience."

"Yes."

"From the fourth story of your big-ass house."

"At least you're on a zipline."

"Not even a helmet?"

"Look, just go before I change my mind!!"

We shared a laugh as I nervously grabbed the two handles and reluctantly flung myself out the window. It only took a couple seconds of feeling like i was gonna die before my flats hit the roof shingles and it was over. And fun! But the zipline handle flung out of my hands abruptly as Emmy remote-controlled the zipline back to the window.

"Pretty cool, huh?? My dad built it, and I use it all the time!!" Emmy's dad was an engineer, and her mom worked at a local coffee shop called Sweater Weather. "I'm coming down, so gettouttamywayy!!!" She launched herself off the windowsill as I scurried away from the hit zone. She landed with force and grace, simultaneously, and laughed. A deep, belly laugh that had a comforting sense to it. She swooped her hair back and pulled it into a ponytail. Wow, that was extremely hot.

What?

What.. What was that.

No. no way, I ain't gonna start pining for my childhood best friend and put it to shit- no no no no. nope.

Emmy plopped herself down and pulled out her phone, "Oo! C'mere, Imma take a picture with you!" I sat next to her and smiled. She made me feel... safe. Even on top of this shed, even with the dark sides of my brain out to get me, even with the pretty lies and ugly truths of the world.

"Oh shit, I need to text my mom!" I pulled out my phone and went to my messenger app.

Mama❤️

Mamaaaa could you bring me some Sweater Weatherrrr? 

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Okay, baby. I love you!

Today

Hey mama! I'm at Emmy's. I'll be home soon!

She replied a couple minutes later with a confirmation, and I put my phone away, watching the sunset with Emmy. The colors were beautiful, A burning dance of pink and red and deep orange. The clouds looked solid and thick, like you could lay in them and never need to worry about falling.

"Your eyes look beautiful in this lighting." I turned toward Emmy, and she was cocking her head at me, with her sketchbook in her lap.

"O-oh, thank you! Y-you too!" I turned away, probably as red as a damn beet. 'You too'?? What am I saying? What is happening? Now, granted, she is also very very pretty in this lighting too, but who am I kidding?? I'm just awkward, a social mess! That's it! I thought.

"Um. Hey Tor- what is that."

I turned back to her, slightly caught off guard that she was looking behind us, fear in her eyes. I looked behind us too, wondering what could possibly scare Emmy. "Em, It's just a storm. We'll be fine-"

"I forgot the remote."

"You what."

"I forgot. The. Remote."

"Oh no."

//Aaaaaaand that's gonna be it!! Cliffhangers are s o much fun, right?????????? wrong. That's why I'm posting more often. What will Emmy say??? Will Victor come out to Emmy??? Who knows????? I do. I'm the writer. Get ready for some fluffy, angsty, dumpster fire of a slow burn, women, men, and nonbinary tens cause this is gonna be awful writing.//