Ahhh, I’m so sorry this took forever to post. Back to school stress, summer homework, (finally) taking drivers ed and getting my permit, and the start of field hockey season totally kicked my ass but i won’t bore you with my excuses, so here’s chapter 2! thanks for being patient.
Rooftops – Chapter 2
I sighed as I idly channel-surfed. You would think that there would be something decent on TV on a Saturday night. But, no such luck. Maybe because it was three in the morning. Whatever.
Usually I never stayed up this late, but for some reason my body refused to let me sleep. I had already exhausted every possible intellectually-stimulating activity that would prevent boredom from taking over, which left me sprawled out on the couch watching mind-numbingly boring reruns of sitcoms older than my parents. It was way too late to hang out with friends, and also way too late to blast music (my mother didn’t really appreciate the loud sounds of heavy metal blaring in the middle of the night, though I couldn’t really understand why). Even the internet grew boring. What had the world come to?
The boring programs and overly-bright screen seemed to be doing the trick though, because I slowly started to feel my eyes grow heavy with inevitable sleep. With another exaggerated sigh, I dragged myself off the couch as the seventh Viagra commercial played in the span of less than two hours (seriously, were that many sexually frustrated men watching TV at 3:30 AM to warrant that many consecutive ads?). I figured that was probably more than enough TV for one night.
I ended up waking up stupidly early for a Sunday morning, so at about 11:00 I decided to go bother Anthony so I wouldn’t end up spending my entire day bored out of my mind. That’s the nice thing about being right next door to your friends.
After knocking on his window and receiving no response, I sighed and walked downstairs to go through his front door. His mom was at work, so I didn’t bother knocking. Not that I usually would anyway; Anthony’s mother is like my second mom, and I spend so much time over there that it’s not like she’d care.
“Anthony!” I called once I closed the door. “Anthony, where are you?”
“He’s still in bed,” Jack, Anthony’s younger brother, said as he walked back from the kitchen with a Capri Sun in hand, plopping down on a beanbag chair. He looked like he was playing X-box.
“Your mom’s at work, right?” I asked.
“Mmhmm,” he said through a mouthful of chips. “Can you go wake him up? I’m hungry.”
“Sure thing. Thanks Jack,” I giggled as I made my way up the stairs, taking the familiar path to the room I had spent countless hours in (not in a sexual way, get your mind out of the gutter).
“Anthonyyy,” I said, dragging out the ‘y’ as I opened the door. “Wake uuppppp.”
“Jack, fuck off and make your own lunch!”
“Aww, I’m hurt,” I joked, giggling at Anthony’s less-than-enthused reaction.
He peeked his head out from under the covers, eyes still heavy with sleep. “Oh. Hi Kalel.”
“I was under orders to wake you up.”
“Let me guess. From Jack?”
“Hmm, I don’t know if I’m allowed to disclose that information.”
Anthony slowly sat up, rubbing at his eyes. I pretended not to notice his blanket falling, revealing his naked, and impressively toned, chest. Hey, he may be my – 100% platonic – best friend, but it’d be stupid to deny that he’s pretty cute. Or, really cute. But whatever.
“Kid is twelve and can’t even make his own god damn mac and cheese…” Anthony mumbled, sleepily grabbing for a shirt on the floor.
“I’m surprised your mom left you to babysit when you were still sleeping,” I laughed.
“She didn’t. She woke me up an hour ago. I went back to bed.”
“What a great big brother you are,” I replied sarcastically.
“Jack is twelve. He can handle himself. Michael is seven. He’ll survive.”
I laughed as we made our way down the stairs, Anthony still stumbling with drowsiness. “I have awakened the sleeping beast!” I joked, my hands held high in mock triumph.
“’Bout time,” Jack called from the living room. “Glad to know someone can wake you up, Anthony. I’ll just call your little girlfriend over every weekend.”
I giggled and Anthony just rolled his eyes, not even grumbling his usual, “we’re not dating, Jack,” which he seems to say at least twice a week. Jack seems set on the idea we’re dating, but he’s not the only one. A lot of our other friends used to say stuff about it all the time, but either they grew tired of it or realized that it’s never going to happen.
“Where’s Michael?” Anthony said instead.
“In mom’s room watching TV,” Jack replied.
After making sure his seven-year-old brother was actually watching TV and wasn’t dead, Anthony returned to the kitchen. I hopped onto the counter while he sifted through the cabinets, probably looking for something to eat.
“Kaallelllll,” Anthony whined.
“Whaaattt?” I replied in the same fashion, swinging my legs from my perch on the counter.
“There’s nothing to eat.”
“And that’s my fault?” I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
“No, it’s just your responsibility as my friend to deal with my complaining.”
“Hmm, I don’t remember agreeing to this.”
“Oh you did. When we agreed to be friends.”
“Well, then it’s your responsibility to take me to Wendy’s. Put on your shoes,” I laughed, quickly turning it back on him.
Anthony fondly rolled his eyes, but complied and started walking towards the front door where his shoes were. “It’s not fair. You girls always win arguments.”
“Not my fault, babe,” I joked.
Anthony just shook his head in disbelief and called for his brothers. “Michael, Jack! Get out here, we’re going to Wendy’s!”
Sooner than I would have liked, it was Monday morning. Considering how fucked my sleeping schedule became over the weekend, I didn’t get the sleep I needed; even if I did hit the snooze button four times. I also had a headache. Fantastic.
After stumbling around my bedroom to try to find clean clothes, and somehow managing to not fall asleep in the shower, I finally my made my way downstairs. Kalel would be at the door at any moment, since we drove to school together. Forgoing breakfast, I simply grabbed a bottle of Mountain Dew. Hopefully the caffeine would perk me up. I wasn’t really hungry anyway.
Sure enough, I heard her knock on the door a few seconds later, followed by her entering and closing the door behind her.
“Hey,” I heard her call out, fatigue lacing her voice as well.
“Hi,” I mumbled, grabbing my bag and walking down the front hallway, yelling out a quick goodbye to my family.
“Can you drive? I’m too tired,” I asked Kalel before rubbing my eyes.
“Anthony, you know I hate to drive.” Usually I drive us everywhere, mainly because Kalel doesn’t like to, but also because I have my own car and she doesn’t.
“Please? I’m exhausted. I don’t wanna wreck.”
“Fine,” Kalel sighed, grabbing the keys from my hand and plopping down in the driver’s seat. “But I get to control the radio.”
“You’re the best,” I joked, messily kissing her cheek.
“Ew! Get your spit off me!” She laughed, rubbing her face on her shoulder to clean some of it off. Kalel then worked on the task of scooting the driver’s seat forward. “Ugh, you’re so much taller than me, it’s not fair.”
I just laughed and laid my head on my arm, which was resting on the window. We didn’t live far from the school, so we pulled into the busy parking lot less than ten minutes later. Apparently I had fallen into a weird state of half-consciousness, because I felt a hand on my shoulder as we pulled in.
“Anthony, wake up!”
“Don’t wanna,” I mumbled.
“Come on, we’re gonna be late,” Kalel said hurriedly, shaking my shoulder harder. “Let’s goooooo.”
I finally complied, since I didn’t need any more tardies on my attendance record. We had a habit of being late a lot.
“Hold on,” Kalel said, walking over to my side of the car as I was stepping out. “Your hair got messed up. You must have been laying on it.” I let her run her fingers through the long fringe, fixing it into some state of presentable. She could probably make it look a lot better than I could anyway.
“There,” Kalel said once she was done. “C’mon, we gotta hurry!”
We joined the other students hastily rushing into the building, eager to get inside so they could be out as soon as possible.
Once inside, Kalel and I separated into different corridors. We didn’t have any classes together until the afternoon, when we had the last two periods (Biology and Government) together. Of course we wished we had more of the same classes, but it was better than nothing. I still had most of my other classes with my friend Ian, so it worked out well. Ian and I met in sixth grade and had been practically joined at the hip since. Ian was pretty much the male version of Kalel, certainly not in looks or personality, but in the “best friends” factor, if that makes sense. We purposefully designed our schedules so that we would have the most opportunity to have class together, which totally worked, because we had five of the same class periods, plus lunch. That would never have worked with me and Kalel, because she’s taking a ton of electives like Japanese and Intro to Fashion and Design or something like that. She’s also in a special English class that’s focused more on writing due to her top-notch writing skills.
I entered my first period class – Algebra 2, what a fun way to start the morning – and sat in my usual spot next to Ian.
“Hey man,” I said, stifling a yawn behind my hand.
“Hey,” Ian replied, stealing my bottle of Mountain Dew and taking a swig.
“I would punch you in the face for that if I wasn’t so tired,” I said with my best attempt at a glare. Only Ian could get away with stealing something as sacred as Mountain Dew.
“Sure you would. Your emo hair and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt is sooo menacing.”
I barked out a laugh at Ian’s comment, but the laugh quickly turned into a nasty cough. I sat there for a good thirty seconds just hacking, expecting to cough up one of my lungs are something. Does coughing out an internal organ warrant being allowed to go home? ‘Cause that sounded pretty great.
“Dude. Are you like, dying?” Ian asked as he got out his notebook and started copying down the night’s homework.
“Maybe,” I answered, internally groaning as I saw the large amount of problems written on the board. “If I die, will you do the homework for me?”
sorry this is such a shitty update after being away for like forever. it’s still exposition, which i absolute hate writing, but this plot definitely needs a lot. things will get more interesting soon, promise.
thanks again for being patient!
thanks for reading!