roof / evening / monday / june 22
With a choice between the deck and the roof, Alex chose the roof tonight for no other reason than the view was better and the air seemed different even if it really wasn't. He took a seat on the ledge, staring silently out across the island.
He hadn't called his mother back even if his phone had picked up three missed calls from her. Not in the mood to listen to her apologize again and again. Once he'd heard it the first five times, he stopped believing she was truly sorry. Instead, he let her leave messages and worry herself to death. He was really making strides in the 'son of the year' awards.
It was a warm night which meant nothing more than he didn't need a jacket to sit on the roof and smoke. He just hoped there wouldn't be some damn summer storm. Still didn't have an umbrella.
[getcher open roof!]
He hadn't called his mother back even if his phone had picked up three missed calls from her. Not in the mood to listen to her apologize again and again. Once he'd heard it the first five times, he stopped believing she was truly sorry. Instead, he let her leave messages and worry herself to death. He was really making strides in the 'son of the year' awards.
It was a warm night which meant nothing more than he didn't need a jacket to sit on the roof and smoke. He just hoped there wouldn't be some damn summer storm. Still didn't have an umbrella.
[getcher open roof!]