rooftop views

The rooftop was the only place where we could be ourselves, we didn't have to pretend. I told him everything , I knew everything about him. The one thing no one could take from us was our rooftop views.

"Hey! What are you doing up here?!"

I snapped my head toward the deep voice . There stood a boy about 6'4 with shaggy brown hair and bags under his eyes. A cigarette in one hand a beer bottle in the other.

"Oh sorry. I didn't know anyone was up here . I just came to look at the view."

I turned around to walk away but I was stopped by his raspy voice.

"You know what. It's okay. I don't get alot of company . When I do it's usually unwanted"

He removed what seemed like a blazer or jacket from a chair next to his knee.

"Stay"