*Flashback when Davey was 17 and Sketch was 16. This is when Davey first started having "problems"…
Davey's POV
Sketch looks at me's 'credulously, as we'se 'ead up ta da roof. I'se 'ave 'qquired some whiskey, an plan on tryin it. Sketch looks cautiously at me's, as we'se burst out inta da warm evenin air. I'se shake da bottle, grinning like a mischievous lil' boi afta he's put a tack in da teacha's chair. We'se look out ova da city. Sketch is now 'fficially me goilfriend, since da Lodgin House was burnt down by da Delancey's we'se 'clared our feelins fa each otha. I'se feel like is one top o' da woild when I'se is with 'er on da roof. Sketch sets out da blanket she brought with 'er, an sits down. She pats da empty spot next ta 'er. I'se sit down next ta 'er. She pulls out da cups she brought with 'er. I'se open up da bottle, an pour a bit o' whiskey in each cup. "On da count o' three," I'se say 'oldin it close ta me mouth smiling, "one… two… three…". We'se throw it back. Sketch makes a face, but still swallows. "It's very bitta," she says, "what do you'se think Davey?" I'se look down at me cup. I'se swallow it. It burns me throat in a good way, that leaves me brain feelin numb. "I'se think its jus.. spiffy…" I'se pour me'self some more, afta sKetch refuses. I'se take anotha swig, an get up. I'se stand on da very edge, an begin ta walk 'long on it. "Careful Davey," says Sketch. I'se turn away from da edge, an walk ova ta 'er. I'se pick 'er up, an twoil 'er 'round. She giggles, an begs ta be's put down. I'se set 'er down, an 'ug 'er, bringin 'er in closa ta me's. "I'se will be's careful Sketch, 'specially when it's 'cernin you'se." 'er face flushes slightly. She buries 'er face inta me chest, sighin, an breathin in me scent. I'se pull away, an begin ta walk on da edge 'gain. When Sketch isn't lookin, I'se drop onta da balc'ny below. I'se 'ear a gasp from Sketch, who's bviously freaked out. Luckily fa 'er I'se didn't fall down completely off da roof.
Sketch's POV
One second Davey's on da edge, da next he's gone. I'se look ova, an see nothing. Then at a closa 'spection, I'se see a shoe flash near da balc'ny below. So he jumped/fell off da roof an onto da balc'ny? He's like a cat. I'se 'memba when we'se were yonga that he'd climb really far up inta a tree in da park, that I'se wouldn't be's able ta see 'im 'till he landed onto da ground next ta me's, poifectly un'armed. Da door ta da roof opens up, I'se turn 'round ta see a poifectly okay Davey walkin towards me's. I'se run ova ta 'im, an tackle 'im ta da blanket. I'se is layin on 'is side, gazin up inta 'is face. "Oliva David Callahan, NEVA do that 'gain ta me's! You'se 'ad me's seriously scared there!" "'lax Sketch I'se would neva leave you'se willin'ly, an not without a fight. 'sides you'se look really 'dorable when you'se is 'cerned." He tucks a strand o' 'air 'hind me ear, an leanin in closa he whispas, " but when you'se look beautiful, is all da time." Me face goes red, an 'fore I'se know it, 'is lips are on me own. 'is lips feel 'mazin, an taste the same way they feel. We'se lay there like that fa what seems like an eternity 'fore we'se break 'way. "Wow.." I'se breathe, left breathless from da contact. "Same 'ere," he says. We'se lay there fa a long time swappin mem'ries, an jus dreamin out loud. It was pure bliss.