Durch Den Monsun.

Tom's P.O.V.

I watched our car pull out of the drive.

After about 10 minutes of attempting to get up and failing, I got up.
Note to self: Never mess with Lola.

The events came flooding back into my head and I looked around panicked.
Where were Bill and Lola!?

"Scheiße." I stomped my foot and walked over to my own front lawn.
What on Earth posessed me to try and punch Lola!?

I would never want to hurt her!
How could I!?

If Bill didn't come out right that second, it would be Lola bleeding and probably in hospital.
I had to go somewhere and collect my thoughts.

I knew where to go immediately and pulled myself from the ground and starting off in a sprint.

I ran and ran.
Through the town as fast as I could.

I finally ended up where I needed to go.

The office building, Gordon works at.
Me and Bill would always come up here whenever Mum had to work and Gordon did too.

We always sat on the rooftop.

I walked inside and smiled at Catherine in Reception.
As soon as I was past her and up the first flight of stairs, I sprinted up them, missing out every other step. I was soon only one flight away from the roof.

All of a sudden, Gordon came round the corner.
"Tom?"
"Gordon." I nodded.
"Why are you here?" He smiled.
"I need to sit up on the roof." I smiled back at him.
With Gordon I could be completely honest.
"Okay. Don't fall off." He winked and carried on down.
I grinned at him and then carried on sprinting upwards.

I arrived at the rooftop and pulled down the handle, pushing open the skylight door.
When I stepped outside, the sunlight warmed up my body and the breeze carried my dreadlocks. I felt a bit more relaxed already.

I looked around me and took in the familiar sights.
It was a huge concrete square with gum and cigarettes all over it.
Some pidgeons were perchedon the ledge and I ran up to them, making them fly away.
I chuckled.

I liked doing that with Bill.
When they were gone, I sat near the edge, cross legged.
My thoughts ran through my mind once again.

I had punched my twin brother.
How could I?

It's even worse that it wasn't meant to hit him.
It was meant to hit a girl that I [strike]love[/strike] like.

The thing confusing me was that if I loved her like I told her,
why aren't I upset that I probably aren't going out with her anymore?