star light, star bright || flizzie
Fletcher turned around to face the voice, a smile of recognition on his face. âJokes on you, all of these surfaces are padded. It will hurt, but at least I wonât break anything. I actually need my hands and feet for OWLs, you see.â He chuckled, looking at her.Â
âWant me to come down? I actually had a really nice view of reflection.â At the comment about Evie, he froze a little. After his encounter with Randall, Fletcher was so unsure about things. He wasnât sure where to begin with it though. âNah, no pretty girls in my future, for sure.â
âIf you land on something padded and it still hurts, youâre doing something wrong,â she pointed out, looking up at him. Her eyebrows crinkled as she looked past him, wondering just what it was he could have been looking at at such a low angle. Worms digging into the dirt and bugs scuttling across blades of grass was her guess. Granted, Fletcher had height on her so he could probably see more than she could.
âYou can stay up there if you want, just...when you come down do it safely. I donât think your aunt wants to worry about patching you up in between all the OWL studiers who had a mishap.â Her eyes briefly lifted up towards the ceiling and she said with a teasing smile, âWell thatâs a lie considering this one plans on sticking around.â She pointed to herself. âAnd even then youâre being a bit hard on yourself, I think. What brought you up there anyway? Contemplating the meaning of life?â













