Alexis had been looking in the garage for something, one of those long forgotten and packed away in a box far too tall for her to really reach somethings. Truth be told, the box she'd been trying to reach had JT's name on it, and she'd always hated that her parents had stashed it high.
She didn't mean to knock over the bike her father had been working on, though she knows there's no getting out of the blame when the chair she's teetering on slips and she falls. Between her scream of surprise, cry of pain because she's cut her leg, and the crash from the frame of the bike falling, it would he too hard to miss, really.














