Our Rooftop - A Freshman Fanfic
#Choicescreates Round 8
Prompt: Friendship
Book: The Freshman
Rating: T
Pairing: MC x LI Not specific
Hosted by @firefly-hwufanficwriter,
[A little note: I keep telling myself there’s a bunch of other fics non-freshman related awaiting me and yet I keep coming back to this. I guess it’s hard not to think about this awesome group of people when they leave realistic impressions of friendships. Here’s my submission for this week’s prompt; something short and I think fitting. Hope it’s enjoyable!]
[Summary: The rooftop was a place that held special meaning. For MC and her friends it was a place of safety, a place to cope with whatever life threw at them, including each other and the drama that not only helped define themselves but also solidified their friendship.]
Our rooftop tells a story.
Its own story really.
More than a simple place, our rooftop was practically us. A reflection of what we were. How we coped. How we survived. It became a tangible entity. Because for the most of us, it meant something. Something important. A beacon that brought us all together.
Our rooftop marked the first night where we connected. Where we pushed aside the uncertainty that came with being strangers, and soon enough that same uncertainty had dissolved into something satisfying and indisputable as the night unfolded. A game of truth or truth ensued and suddenly we were no longer interlopers. We swapped stories under the stars. Shared wine and kicked back to listen to each other. We laughed so hard that our eyes swam with tears and we sputtered our most embarrassing secrets.
Our rooftop signified where we exchanged our feelings, the beginning of something new, something exclusive. A place to share how much we meant to each other and where our hasty hands had impatiently pulled off the barriers our clothes presented – just so we could sink into each other’s skin. In our urgency, hands explored every inch of each other and our breaths became heavy until we were nearly gasping for air. Needy moans escaped our lips and we kissed under the quiet moonlight’s watchful gaze. It was here that the rest of the world seemed to fade into a heady swarm of desire as we reached our limit, joined together by pleasure.
Our rooftop was a quiet place for us to think. To look up to the stars and wonder about our place in the universe. To huddle together nearly side by side and think about what the future held. We thought we were ready for anything and yet anxiety still plagued us when we considered our destination. Where would the rest of our three years take us?
Our rooftop was a place of solace when the rest of the world seemed to turn its back on us. It sheltered us when everything felt difficult, too much too fast. Whether we were mending broken hearts, fueling our own frustrations or seething with unresolved feelings – it was there. Waiting for us. Our footsteps rushed past the stairwell only to sink to ground once we reached its safety, slamming the door closed behind us. We chose to be here when we wanted to escape. When the burdens of our harsh reality made us second guess ourselves. We would press our eyes firmly shut and lean against the railing; inhaling the intoxicating scents of spring as a reminder that it was almost over. We found peace here after long-winded arguments or after a stressful project we couldn’t seem to find the time for. We spent nights sketching the stars; planning surprise dates, and mornings practicing speeches. .
Our rooftop marked our last night together before spring ended. Where once again; we shared a game of truth or truth that reminded us how much we meant to each other. How much we grew in our freshman year. How different we were now than we were before. We swapped stories under the stars. Shared wine and kicked back to listen to each other. We laughed so hard that our eyes swam with tears and we sputtered our most embarrassing secrets. We danced under the moonlight’s watchful gaze and kissed even though we were in a crowded room.
Our rooftop changed us, but more importantly we changed each other.
Our rooftop tells our story.
