Needle and Thread

Smirking, I knew someone is here with me. Lost. Like me. I thought guys had a sense of direction? I let out a psst sound. His footsteps stopped, I counted. Three, two, one. "Who's there?" Fear was clearly oozing out his voice.

I watched him as he walked just beneath the branch I was sitting on. Thinking that I was also afraid, I stopped fooling around and decided to show myself. I let my upper body hang again, leaving my legs to keep me from falling. His back was facing me so I muttered a "hey."

And that was when he lost it. He screamed louder than a mother giving birth, and it was higher than a head tone.

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