That was when I heard my mother, “Jameson, where are you?! If you left this house so help me…”

“Damn, I better go.”

“Have fun…wait nevermind,” He stated as I climbed down the tree.

I was just brushing myself off when I heard, “Where were you?” I froze. Did she see me climbing down from the tree? I decided to play is safe, “I was standing.”

“And I heard you talking too,” She mentioned suspiciously. I nervously gulped before lying, “I was talking to this tree. I-I do that a lot when I need to think.” I winced, knowing I was stuttering, which I do when I’m nervous. Mother looked at me strangely for a second before muttering about her strange child. On the roof I heard Brent laughing at me. Once I knew my mom was out of earshot I joking said, “Brent you’re an ass.”

“And you are my bitch,” He yelled down, still laughing from my sorry attempt at lying.

I laughed along but I was too wrapped up in him saying how I was something of his to really laugh