Wow. I feel like its been so long. I'll admit I lost a lot of inspiration for my stories, cause life kind of got in the way, but I'm out of school now, and I graduated last Friday and since I'm not really working this week, I'm making it my mission to try and update all my fics. Sorry it took so long, but hopefully I'm back now! Plz read and review, even if it is just to yell at me for being gone for so long. I really am sorry.
Chapter Thirteen A Night at the Old Tree-House
After my mom had made a disastrous attempt at cooking a soufflé, I had decided to grab my guitar and chill on the front porch. I stared as the sun slowly set, turning the sky into a palette of blues, yellows, oranges, purples, and pinks. I closed my eyes to the light breeze that lifted my hair off the back of my neck. With my eyes still closed I started strumming my guitar, just letting a sweet melodic tune flow through the air with the wind. I opened my eyes and began to hum a little, all of my concentration on my guitar.
"Another making of a Jude Harrison masterpiece." I rolled my eyes.
"Hey Jamie." Jamie moved to sit next to me on the porch. I stopped strumming. Jamie glanced towards the window and noticed that it was open and smoke was sifting out. He chuckled.
"What was your mom cooking today?" He asked. I laughed. This is why Jamie is my best friend. I don't have to tell him things because he already knows.
"Her attempt at a soufflé." We both laughed, remembering other times my mom had tried to make a delicacy. There was one time she had tried to make brisket and burned the stove down in the kitchen. Luckily my dad managed to get the fire out before it did any major damage, but if you look behind the new stove you can still see a giant scorch mark.
I shook my head, making the memories dissolve away as we faded back into reality. We fell into a comfortable silence as I turned my attention onto the tree in the front yard, the one I had once gotten my foot stuck in while trying to climb and ended up twisting my ankle as I fell out of the tree. I shook my head, wondering if the only things I would ever remember were serious events.
"What are you thinking about?" Jamie asked, breaking the silence. I merely shrugged and leaned my guitar against the side of the house.
"Just stuff." I answered vaguely. "I'm slightly nervous about tomorrow." Jamie rolled his eyes.
"Jude you are always nervous. You've made it this far." I sighed, leaning back.
"I know your right, but still, I can't help but worry. I mean this is just too good to be real, Jamie. I can't help it if I'm a little pessimistic when it comes time to be voted off. " Jamie suddenly stood up.
"Come on." I gave him a wary glance.
"What are you doing?" Jamie extended his hand out to me. I placed my hand in his as he pulled me up.
"We're going somewhere to make you feel more comfortable." He answered. He took off for the backyard and I grabbed my guitar and hurried after him.
My house was surrounded by a small forest with dozens of trees. It made for excellent shade in the summer on those rare occasions that it got real hot. I followed Jamie until he came to a stop near a familiar tree. I looked up and smiled.
Jamie had brought me to our old tree-house. When we were six, we had begged my dad for a place where we could go and hang out without Sadie barging in on us. After a lot of time, we finally managed to convince him to build the tree-house. It had taken all summer, but the first night it was finished, me and Jamie and spent the night in it. It sort of became a tradition for us. At the end of every summer, the two of us would spend the night in the tree-house, until we started junior high and my mom and Nana decided that it was inappropriate for a young boy and girl to spend the night without adult supervision.
I followed Jamie up the old ladder and admired the old place. There were posters on each side of Sonic Youth, Patti Smith, and Kurt Cobain. Once upon a time there had been a Joey Ramone poster, but the one time me and Jamie had gotten into a little tiff, he invited Vincent Spiederman to spend the night and the jerk had taken off with my favorite poster.
I grinned as I surveyed the place.
"It looks just the same." Jamie nodded. He moved over to a corner of the tree-house and pointed to a picture of the two of us when we were eight.
"I wonder if it's still there?" I questioned. Jamie pulled back the photo and behind it were our initials:
J.H.
AND
J.A.
BFF
I laughed as I remembered us trying to carve that into the wood. I smiled at Jamie.
"Thank you for bringing me here." Jamie shrugged.
"Maybe for old times sake we can spend the night up here." I nodded.
"That sounds like a great idea!" I set my guitar down and me and Jamie lied down on an old blow up mattress.
"Thanks, Jamie." I whispered into the dark.
"Anytime, Jude."