Harley's Journeys: A Fictional Narrative

We had gone to bed late that night. At least, we thought it was late. And some nights some of us just didn't sleep. I felt rested enough already, so at what I thought to be midnight, I climbed three flights of creaky, old stairs. I was on the fourth floor. There were six in all. I was glad Jett hadn't tried jumping from that high. Jett was suicidal. Harley an I were the only two who knew, too. We were so afraid for his well-being, some days we would forget to take care of ourselves. Of course, I let Harley look after him more. She was in love with him, after all.

Regardless, Jett had nearly jumped from the fifth floor once. Thank goodness Axel and Justice had been doing the unmentionable up there. The theoretically saved his life.

I wasn't quite sure what I thought about Justice. She was obsessed with skeletons. She wore a dress, leggings, and even arm warmers …show more content…
It didn't. I had almost forgotten he was here, but hen he just had to open his mouth.

"What do you want, Ransom?" I asked harshly, finally facing his. My eyes were stormy again, I could tell by the way he flinched. I wasn't done with him yet; I was shooting icy daggers at him from the depths of the storm in my gray eyes.

"Well, in case I haven't made it obvious," he started. I scowled. I had regained his confidence and was just as cocky as ever. "I want you. And if I can't have that, can I at least watch a beautiful sunrise with a beautiful girl?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed away his arm that had somehow wrapped around my shoulders with he was hitting on me. I then proceeded to push him away from me. I was disappointed when he didn't fall off the balcony. At least he had finally shut up.

It had been perfect timing, too. Just as he quit talking, colors started to paint the sky beautiful shades of pink, orange, yellow, and purple. I chuckled to myself. "Nature's fireworks." Ransom