Eventually everyone laid down, all of us in a drunken stupor. It was a beautiful night; minus the smell, and the uncertainty of our fate. We dragged a bunch of office chairs outside, too. Ofice chairs, throw pillows, tomorrow we were debating on whether or not to drag their couch outside. Life was good right now, and despite the chill in the air, if you piled on the hoodies and spread out the blankets, we were warm enough. We wanted to spend our last nights where the weather was like this outside. Soon enough, it'd be winter - which in California, doesn't mean snow. I never quite got that, being a Canadian, but all that winter in California meant was a shitton of rain. It was cool the first few days, but after that, it just gets depressing.
I was laying down under one of the few blankets we had between Jay and Jordon, because "it's not gay if there's a girl between you." Everyone else just got their own blankets, and we all slept in the middle of the rooftop. As far away from the edge as possible, you know? Just in case someone rolls. Even though we kind of all squished together and put our bags like a little fortress, and it was a huge, huge roof, it's better to be safe than sorry. Or waking up falling about 750 feet off the edge of a building. Either or.
It wasn't five minutes we were laying down before Jordon jumped up, announced he had to piss, and walked over to the edge. I couldn't stop giggling when I looked up to see his back facing us and hearing him hysterically laugh. The joys of being a male, I guess.
Jordon walked over and kneeled down to get back in the blanket.
"LOL NOPE." I laughed. "Hand sanitizer, are you crazy? I don't want your dick germs on your hands! You always end up touching me when you sleep!"
"JORDON TOUCHES YOU? OOOOOOOOH!" Jake yelled loudly, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Why, you jealous?" he asked Jake, winking, and I'm pretty sure I blushed. We were all awfully drunk. I can't even stress that point enough - I'm surprised we didn't end up puking everywhere.
"Excuse me, but I'm a virgin." I said matter-of-factly. Jordon's jaw almost dropped.
"How old are you again?"
"Almost 18."
"And you're a virgin still?" he smirked at me.
"Uh... yeah. I guess I am." I giggled.
"Surprises me."
"I'm not a whore!" I protested.
"Nah, but you're pretty."
I just kept blushing.
"THAT'S REALLY CUTE, GUYS." Jake yelled again, and I heard Danny laughing.
He continued laying down, and I figured there was no point in telling him to go sanitize himself, 'cause he wouldn't anyways.
That's the point in time when I realized that Jay had fallen asleep, and he was holding my hand. It felt wrong. I loved them both so much. Equally. And to know that at some point, I'd end up hurting one of them - and that I'd probably make the wrong choice - killed me.
But I didn't let go, anyways. I fell asleep to Jordon's head resting in my neck and his leg over mine, and with Jay's left hand in my right.
I could've make a list of rights and wrongs, and that moment would've been number one on both sides.
I woke up with a pounding headache, and a little too soon.
Fuck, the sun isn't even out yet, I thought while glancing at the stars. The sky was brighter, yeah - but still dark blue. But I never was too good at sleeping outside. It was cold. There was bugs. I had this immense fear of a bird shitting on me. It just wasn't a good time.
I stepped out of my own head for a second to hear someone singing. Sounded like Danny, and he was singing a song I'd never heard.
"I left my heart with my phone in my center console.
I left my feelings with my wallet and my keys.
I feel so stupid, 'cause I came here without anything.
But I'm finally at ease..."
More birds flew overhead. Jay stirred, but didn't wake up. Jordon's head had moved onto my chest - which yeah, was uncomfortable at first. But he moves in in his sleep... right? Right?
At least he isn't drooling on me... I thought.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone getting up, walking over to the ledge, and spilling their guts. It /was/ convenient to be on a rooftop sometimes. Nothing can really get you, and you just throw everything off the edge. I heard footsteps and then someone stopping right above my head, rifling through my purse. Didn't matter though - whoever it was, I had nothing they'd want. Three hundred bucks cash, my credit card, my bus ticket from the day I moved here, my house key, and a picture of my favorite night - the night Mari, Kendrew and I roadtripped to Nevada and saw Blink-182. Oh, and Jordon`s number.
"What kind of a chick doesn't have breathmints, fuuuuuck!" I heard Dylan quietly cuss above me. I pretended to be asleep, and opened one eye to see him chugging a bottle of water, then going back to sleep.
After what seemed like forever, both Jordon and Jorel woke up. Figuring I was still asleep, Jay tried to stealthily slip his hand from mine, without waking me up - and even more importantly, without letting Jordon see. I listened to them talk for awhile on the office chairs.
"So, what about Brookie over there?" Jay asked. I could hear him stifling a giggle.
"Fucking yes! But there's no way in hell that she's a virgin. Do you believe that?"
"NO!" Jay started laughing.
For the past half hour, they were talking about 'girls they'd totally fuck the shit out of'.
I didn't know whether to feel hurt, or. I didn't; it just made me laugh how they thought the truth was a lie.
I got up to sit with them, faking a yawn and squinting at the horizon.
"Whatcha up to?"
"Talking." Jordon replied.
"About?"
"Guy stuff." Jay was quick to offer an answer. "You wouldn't get it." he threw a sideways smirk at Jordon, who promptly punched him in the shoulder.
I chose to ignore it. "What's on the agenda for today?"
Jordon ran his fingers through his hair. "Nothing... I think."
"Shooting practice, fuck yeah!" Jay enthusiastically smiled, gesturing over the edge.
"Jesus Christ." I said. There were a lot less of those bastards around yesterday, and I'm sure there wasn't THAT many when we went to sleep. They hadn't gotten in the building, due to the highly-shatterproof glass. But it was still creepy.
It made me wonder if they could really smell flesh from 750 ft away.
Once everyone was awake, we all stood on the edge to see what we could see. And shoot. Both really. Mostly shoot.
Dylan shot. Then Jordon. Jeff. Danny. Jorel. Jake. George. Everyone paused to look at me.
"You guys had really rough childhoods, eh?"
I was sitting in a chair, reading George's favorite book that he brought along. Paradise Lost. The sun was hot, the seats were the best in the city, and there was no sound to be heard miles around except for our gunshots. There wasn't really any other place that I would've rather been than Los Angeles.
I still was scared. I had fear written all over me; buried deep in my chest, sitting on the top of my tongue - but I chose to ignore it anyways. Everyone else seemed to.
George took off his shirt, wiped his forehead, then looked at me through dark sunglasses.
"What else are we supposed to do?"
"Fair point." I didn't look up.
"Exactly." he dropped his shirt and started shooting again.
"This is just so much cooler than Call of Duty!" Danny exclaimed.
"I bet the special effects are amazing!" I sarcastically said to myself.
I was near cut off as Jeff rose binoculars to his eyes, then passed them to Jordon.
"What the FUCK!" he exclaimed.
