“You could even skip the pom-poms,” he said, and he felt pretty magnanimous about it. Brian followed her into the convenience store and scratched his cheek absently as he mulled over a couple of potential purchases. The last of them was a pack of gum. Valerie had gone through the cash register first and he met her outside after he’d been rung up, a smaller paper bag crumpling in his hand. He tucked a piece of spearmint gum in his mouth. This ‘follow me’ activity reminded him of that first date when he led her to the planetarium, so he was game to go along and see what Valerie wanted to do.
When she started to climb the fire escape, he stuffed his brown bag in the large pocket of his jeans. He tried not to openly stare at her ass when he ascended behind her. “You sound like me,” he said, smiling, making the winding ascent to the top floor of the building. At the summit of the staircase, Brian caught her hand and used it long enough to grab the ledge with his free hand. Once he had purchase, Brian could manage his own weight as he hauled himself up onto the roof. He straddled the wall and swung his leg over it. “I go up on the roof of the record store.” And smoke pot. “I like to sit with my feet over the edge and think. Billie’s afraid of heights, so she’s not following me.” The concrete made his palms feel gritty, so he swiped them down his pants and looked around.
Light pollution made it difficult to discern any but the brightest stars and planets, but the clouds were thin and it was nice. The air moved easily up here, far above the narrow streets and hot car exhaust. The effects of the pill were hours away from mellowing, so when he looked over the edge, Brian was struck with an uncharacteristic bout of vertigo. He rubbed his forehead and stepped back, amused.
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on 2013-10-21 06:50 pm (UTC)When she started to climb the fire escape, he stuffed his brown bag in the large pocket of his jeans. He tried not to openly stare at her ass when he ascended behind her. “You sound like me,” he said, smiling, making the winding ascent to the top floor of the building. At the summit of the staircase, Brian caught her hand and used it long enough to grab the ledge with his free hand. Once he had purchase, Brian could manage his own weight as he hauled himself up onto the roof. He straddled the wall and swung his leg over it. “I go up on the roof of the record store.” And smoke pot. “I like to sit with my feet over the edge and think. Billie’s afraid of heights, so she’s not following me.” The concrete made his palms feel gritty, so he swiped them down his pants and looked around.
Light pollution made it difficult to discern any but the brightest stars and planets, but the clouds were thin and it was nice. The air moved easily up here, far above the narrow streets and hot car exhaust. The effects of the pill were hours away from mellowing, so when he looked over the edge, Brian was struck with an uncharacteristic bout of vertigo. He rubbed his forehead and stepped back, amused.