The Pen

“What exactly are you doing up there, Thomas?” Shayna’s neighbor calls from across the street. She can hear Thomas start cursing in response, as well as a sort of skidding noise.

Rolling off the bed, Shayna peers through the window to find her childhood best friend perched on her step-mother’s brand new gutters. In his hand, he holds a familiar pink fluffy pen. Giggles bubble up from her stomach, bursting forth before she realizes it’s happening. The boy on the roof jumps at the sound, nearly toppling over and setting Shayna to renewed peals of laughter.

“What? What’s so funny?” His eyes narrow and Shayna tries lousily to find her words, along with her breath.

“We haven’t seen each other in a decade and you march up onto my roof to return a fluffy pink pen. It’s too much.” She barely gets the last few words out, zooming through her sentence before doubling over once again.

“You said you’d haunt me if I didn’t bring it back.” He offers her a lopsided grin.

“T, we were eight. I didn’t know what haunted meant.”

“Well, I did, and it scared the daylights out of me when I opened the first box after the move and found this right on top.”

“You didn’t have to climb on the roof.”

“Your parents aren’t home, I tried knocking. No one answered.”

“And what exactly were you planning to do once you got up here?”

“Leave you a lovely pink pen on your windowsill. I thought it would be romantic, but then your neighbor scared the daylights out of me.”

“Serves you right! Sneaking onto a girl’s roof while she naps.” Shayna’s face is full of mock-outrage, with flashes of a grin threatening to break her composure.

“I simply wanted to return your pen!”

“Without a note? No way for me to know it was you? Or that you’ve returned.”

“Geez, Shay, how many boys did you lend pens to?”

“Hundreds, maybe thousands. Though you are the first to bring the pen back, even if you’re ten years late and sneaking onto my roof.” She dons a faux-quizzical look, pondering the scenario while a grin stretches across Thomas’s face.

“Do me the honor of coming to coffee then, since I’m clearly the only honorable man you know.”

“Interesting proposition, let me think on it.” Thomas groans at the mischievous look in her eyes, then flops onto the roof, limbs askew, as she continues. “I’ll get back to you in three to five business days.”

Published by K. E. Diller

Young adult attempting to do a million things at once, including write books and follow my dreams.

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