-Billy's POV
The spring breeze blows through my already mess brown hair as the smell of night fills my nose. I bring my legs closer to me, hugging them up to my chest. I bring my right hand up to reposition my bangs to swoop right. It always seems that the wind refuses to blow my bangs right; it's always left.

I look around the ground from my higher up view (the roof), deciding whether any wanted inspiration was to be found up here. I open my book and attempt to write something, when I realized I couldn't see anything. I laugh at my stupidity, deciding that I needed some rest. I stand up on the roof, my bare feet being tickled by the texture. The wind blows at me, my robe flying around me.

I sniff up the snot forming in my stuffy nose, cursing spring. I turn around for one last look at the sleeping backyard, noticing the grass dancing with my robe. God, I get so romantic in the dark...

I sniff again, feeling the urge to sneeze. Then, without warning, I sneeze my brains out. I fall back, startled. My notebook flies out of my sweaty grasp, hitting the roof and sliding into the gutter.

"Ouch... Thank god the roof didn't break in..." I say out loud, rubbing my sore butt. I look over to my notebook, gleaming in the ominous moonlight. This is just asking for trouble.

I move toward it, crab-walking, imagining tomorrow's headline: "Local teen boy tragically falls getting his writing journal". But still, I can't leave it. It's like...leaving an arm.
I go into sitting position, letting my legs dangle over the gutter and over the edge. I lean forward to see the dark ground, which is far from comfortable for me. I feel my stomach twist, so I pull away and pick up my notebook. I stand up, shaking from nerves.

I turn to see a pink girl standing there, looking as startled as I felt. I stumble back, my feet slipping over the edge. She screams and grabs my shirt before I completely fall form her vision. Due to the weight difference, she slides off the roof, and we go falling down. She lets go and pulls out some sort of device, pushing a button frantically.

"Return, return!" she says. A bright light erupts around us, blossoming. I look into her face, noticing something. She's Princess Bubblegum!