The Treehouse
Tagging: Reilly Cohen (Iwan Rheon FC) & You
Location: Reilly’s backyard
Time: Late Evening
Notes: Sort of inspired by Black Rabbit Summer by: Kevin Brooks, and A Way Back to Then from [title of show]
Home for the first time in five months, Reilly climbed out of his car, grabbed his bags from the backseat and walked to the house. He opened the front door of his home waiting to be greeted by his parents but he found the house empty. They probably just forgot he was coming home today, got their days mixed up or something. He thought to himself. Things like that happen all of the time. Reilly turned around and closed the door behind him and slowly made his way up the stairs and to his bedroom door.
Something wasn’t right. When he’d left five months ago he remembered there being a full length Mike Trout baseball poster right there on his door, and now it was nowhere in sight. Reilly’s brow furrowed as he slowly opened his bedroom door, and what he saw inside was even worse than a missing poster on the door.
Reilly Cohen’s room had been transformed. From teenage boy’s bedroom, to what looked to him like a half exercise room, half craft studio. What was happening? Reilly thought to himself. Maybe they hadn’t accidentally forgotten he was coming home, maybe this was his parent’s crazed plan of getting him to never come home again.
Throwing his bags from his shoulders Reilly stormed out of his former bedroom where the only sense of familiarity was the still blue painted walls and ran down the stairs and into the backyard. Something about being outside in his backyard was more comforting than anything. He gazed up at the treehouse, still perched properly in the branches of the large oak tree in the Cohen’s backyard. It was perfect. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he turned his head only for a moment. He wasn’t sure if his neighbor and best friend growing up was home from her college adventures yet, but if she was he knew she’d find her way over eventually. She always did.
Walking to the base of the tree, Reilly pulled himself up into the small treehouse. Everything was the same. Not a thing out of place and Reilly actually felt as though he was home, for the first time since he’d pulled in the driveway a mere ten minutes before. Reilly pushed open the wooden windows giving himself some air. He was pleased that the expansion he and his older brother Jake had added onto the treehouse years before still stood strong and made the treehouse that much more welcoming.
Finding his way over to a far corner, Reilly plopped himself down in an oversized red bean bag chair near one of the small wooden windows. Letting out a long sigh he stared out the window waiting for something, anything to happen and he felt his eyes slowly grow heavy and he drifted into a deep sleep.
