I sat on the bare, wooden floor of my tree house—the one my father made for me before the divorce.
It was a simple, one roomed thing, with a balcony, and railings around the roof so I could sit up there on a cloudless night and watch the stars.
I had spent most of the rainy summer in the tree house, listening to the rain pour down— my favorite sound—except Blaine's voice, of course.
Earlier that day, I had asked Alice about the weather. Her reply?
"Cloudless for the rest of the week."
So I sat in the tree house, waiting for Blaine to show up so we could star gaze.
I sighed, then paused. I had seen movement from the corner of my eye. I turned, and Blaine was sitting in the corner, facing me.
"You really ought to get a couple of beanbag chairs for this place," he said, looking around the bare room.
I sighed again, stood up, and walked to the middle of the small room.
Then I reached up and unlatched the trapdoor to the roof. The trapdoor fell open, and the rolled-up ladder came down and narrowly missed my head.
As I climbed it, I said, "I noticed Bella's arm today. Do you know what happened?"
"There was an… incident, involving a paper-cut, seven vampires, a klutzy girl, and several glass plates."
"Good thing Carlisle was there, right?"
"Right." We were now on the roof. "So why are we up here? It's just as boring here as it is inside--."
"No, it's not." I lay down on my back, and looked up at the starry sky through the bare branches. Blaine did the same.
"Oh, I see now… Wait. All the other trees I've seen haven't lost half their leaves yet—how could this one—?"
"It's dead," I interrupted. "It died the week after my dad built the tree house. The week my parents divorced." I sighed. "Hasn't grown a leaf since….But it's perfect for stargazing on clear nights."
Blaine moved closer to me and took my hand in his. The gesture said enough.
"Don't feel sorry for me!" I said.
"I don't feel sorry for you." He sat up. "I sympathize with you."
I sat up as well, took one look at Blaine, and cracked up.
Right behind Blaine's head there were a couple of branches that stuck up and made it look like he had antlers.
Blaine looked at me funny and asked, "What? Why are you laughing?"
"No reason." I wiped the tears of laughter from my eyes.
"Really?" He got a playful glint in his eye. "Then I'll… give you a reason!"
Blaine practically tickled the life out of me.
"Stop!..." I gasped. "I can… barely breathe!"
He stopped tickling me, and I lay on my back, breathing deeply.
"Ow," I said, "I think you bruised me."
Blaine laughed as I tried to catch my breath. "Sorry. I guess I'm not used to my own strength!"
"It's not funny, Blaine." I sat up and messed up his hair—which was already messy to begin with.
"Hey!" He caught my wrist and pulled my hand away from his hair.
We sat for a few moments as he thought.
"…I'll write," he said.
"Hm?"
"I'll write—you know—after we leave? I'll probably try calling, too."
"You don't have my number!" I said.
"I will if you give it to me." Blaine smiled.
Rolling my eyes, I said, "I'll give it to you tomorrow—before you leave."
Blaine pulled me into his lap. "I still can't believe tonight's our last night together," he said.
"I can't believe I was able to ignore you all summer!"
Blaine laughed.
"I'll miss you," I said quietly.
"I'll miss you more." His eyes were filled with laughter.
"Stop trying to make me laugh!" I grinned at him, despite myself. "This is not something to joke about!"
His face fell as he gently elbowed my arm. "I just wanted to see you smile."
We sat silent for a while. Then a love song I heard on the radio, once, began to play in my head. At least, I thought it was in my head.
A moment after the music started, Blaine stiffened, then looked around.
"I swear," he mumbled under his breath, "when I find him, I'll kill him!"
"Huh?" I asked, "Who?"
"Emmett," he growled. "He's the one playing the music."
He lifted me out of his lap and got up.
"Emmett," Blaine said. "Come out, or I'll tell Rose what really happened to all her stuff."
Emmett emerged from the bushes, looking horrified.
"You wouldn't."
"I would. Now go home, or I'll tell."
Emmett ran home, boom box and all.
"Hey," I said as Blaine sat back down. "What happened to 'When I find him, I'll kill him'? And how did you know it was him?"
Blaine smiled and said, "Well, he's the only one that would try it. And I thought threatening would be more fun….It was."
Emmett is always the trouble-maker.... And I wanna know what happened to Rosalie's stuff as much as you do. I really just wrote that part in to add some humor..... lol Please Review!!