Lessons On Love

31: Hell-o Or Hell-yo

Chapter 31: Hell-o Or Hell-yo?

            I woke up the next morning thinking that the sky was pelting rocks at my house. I didn’t sleep in often, but when I did, I didn’t appreciate being woken up prematurely. It was as if the apocalypse was happening right on top of my roof, and if it was, how could I miss the sight of that?

            I threw on some clothes, and after quickly brushing my teeth, went around to look for my dad. He was lounging in the backyard when I found him, sitting with a steaming cup of tea on the lawn table and staring up at the roof with a rather satanic smile on his face.

            “Morning Dad. What are you doing out here?” I walked out through the glass doors and followed the direction of his gaze, but there was nothing up there.

            “Oh, good morning baby girl. Did they wake you up?”

            I shrugged. “What’s going on up there?” I looked up at the roof, but again, couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary. I could however hear the same commotion I heard before, but louder and more clearly.

            “Oh, just people cleaning our gutters. Nothing interesting to see.”

            I was about to let that go and head back inside when one single name stopped me in my tracks. “Cam-Cam!!” I looked up immediately and inevitably bulged my eyeballs out at the head that had popped up. “It is you. I thought I heard your voice.” He smiled widely at me, but all I could do was flip my attention to my dad.

            “Marshall is cleaning our gutters?!”

            My dad blew on his tea and sipped on it slowly. “There is no foul play,” he stated. “He’s cleaning our roof because he wants to clean it.”

            “At seven in the morning?!” My dad nodded, and I scoffed at his response. “I’m sorry, but I find that very hard to believe.”

            “It is what it is.”

            “No seriously, what happened?” I glanced up at the roof when another head popped up beside Marshall. “Jeremy’s here too?!”

            Jeremy smiled at me hesitantly. “Nice to see you again.”

            “What is going on?” I said the four words with extra emphasis so that the three of them knew I wasn’t kidding around, and after a quick pause, all three of them started spluttering all at once. “One at a time. One at a time!”

            They silenced before my dad cleared his throat. “I went and picked up some groceries after work last night and ran into peebrain there up on the roof.”

            “I was picking up groceries too,” Marshall added. “Then I saw your dad all the way down in the frozen food aisle so I waved and said hi – you know from afar, just in case. But then he started running after me– ”

            “Because I thought he swore at me! I thought he told me to ‘go to hell yo’.”

            “I said ‘Mr. J hell-o’!”

            “A normal person would have come close enough for me to hear. If he didn’t swear at me, why else would he stay so far away? Because it gives him enough distance to run! Anyways, call it paranoia, but I started running after him.”