Devil

windows

I wrap my arms around myself and shiver. It's freezing. The air is biting my nose, leaving me numb from the temperature. I know I shouldn't be up here at this hour but the stars are so beautiful, I couldn't resist.

The boy next door was hobbling home drunk, again. Harry, I think his name is. There is rumors about him all over. Like the one where he stole Principal Tucker's car, although no one can prove it.

It is amazing how little his parents are home. I just know that they are both always needed for the hospital. I can almost know what it is like because my dad is hardly home either but when he is, there is fighting. Although they do fight with each other, I also find myself in the middle of fights with them.

The branches rustle and I look over confused and slightly worried.

Tweet. A bird looks at me then flies away and I sigh in relief.

"Hello." He slurs it out and grabs onto the shingles.

"Oh my God!" I realize that this drunken boy has climbed from his window to mine in a horrible attempt, at that. His hair now has leaves and his hands are disgustingly covered in dust and mulch. His brown hair sticks up in certain places.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" I shout and he looks around confused.

"What do you mean?"

"You just climbed from your room to my roof through a tree!"

"I guess I like to live in the wild side." His green eyes flash and he winks at me with a lazy smile and yawns.

"I swear if you fall asleep on my roof I will push you off." He laughs and it sounds so happy.

He yawns again and starts swaying as he gets up. How am I supposed to get him down? I grab and hold on to a latter near us and push to stand it up shakily. Luckily I had been too lazy to put the ladder back in the garage. Guess my laziness pays off sometimes.

"Climb down this." I tell him

"What, why? You have pretty hair." He plays with it then sniffs it. "It smells good too." Oh my God he is so drunk.

"Thanks, Harry." it is the first time I use his name and he looks at me before looking away and trying to climb down after me. I am two steps down when he puts the first foot. Every two or three steps I find myself grabbing the waistband or belt loops of his jeans to keep him from falling.

Eventually we hit the last step and the wood screams as we jump and hit the floor.

"Where are we going?" He nearly falls on his face and I grab him to my chest. My instincts have taken over my body as I feel myself worrying for some person's safety. He reeks of alcohol and sweat.

He tries to push off and I feel his muscles through his black shirt that sticks to his back from sweat.

"Why did the chicken cross the road?" He looks at me expectantly. I roll my eyes before replying.

"Why?" Why am I helping him get home is the real question here. This kid is basically the epitome of bad news. Drugs, alcohol, petty theft, crashed two cars.

"To say Hello from the other side!" He sings and exclaims it as he laughs and we continue to his house. I try to repress the smile forming due to his stupid joke. Really I just hope he doesn't wake a neighbor.

"Do you have a key or something?" He nods and sighs out something about the mailbox. I find the spare key taped to the underside of the lid on his mailbox. I grab him and sit him on the porch swing to open the door without having to worry about him falling face first.

"Can I stay with you?" He says and tries to get up but only succeeds in swinging himself on the chair. I almost laugh at how this is going but refrain as I pull him back to his feet.

"You aren't really a talker are you?" He says and looks at me like I will have a sign that says not a talker on my forehead.

"Guess not." I pull him into his own house.

"That's too bad. You have a nice mouth." I look at him and his green eyes are so unsuspecting as he pouts. We wobble to get up the stairs together. I am holding all his weight by now.

"Go to sleep, Harry."

"Good night Emma." I am almost surprised he knows my name. He is never home because he is usually getting himself drunk. Even when we were little we didn't talk. He lays himself on the bed to his room with a slight struggle but I can see him fall asleep quickly. I bite the inside of my cheek and decide to leave him an Advil, bottle of water, and a pack of almonds that i find on the floor on the nightstand.

Grabbing a sticky note, I write him something.

Don't climb through more windows when drunk.

-E

I climb through the window he used and go home slightly peaceful and with less branches in my hair than he had.

so here's the first chapter! Congratulations that you made it this far haha. I hope you enjoy it this will be an interesting story. Leave a vote​ or a comment and have an awesome day babes.