Breaking Fate

I walk up the beach and start collecting some of the stuff from the picnic. “Don’t work about that. I will come pick it up later,” Harry says as he grabs my arm and drags me up to the top of the beach. “Um, Harry, do you know where you parked the car?” I ask. He looks around for a few seconds before slowly turning back to me and saying…“No.” I groan and say, “Well do you have a vague idea of where you parked it?” He looks at me again and says, I do know we parked it somewhere along the road, which is nowhere in sight,” he finishes. I just stare at him in shock. He stands there very still and he’s looking far off into the distance. “I have a crazy idea,” he finally says, “but it will include trespassing,” he says with a smirk. “Trespassing, are you serious,” I whisper shout. “It’ll just be like making up for all those teenage years we missed,” he says. “Well we’re like 25 now!” I whisper shout again. “Well I can leave you stranded on the beach if you prefer that,” he asks sarcastically. “Lead the way Hercules,” I mutter as I follow him. I will most likely either regret this, or end up in the county jail, well fuck that, here goes nothing.
I creep after Harry as he approached the fence of the house we are going to jump. The houses on the beach border on the road so we are going to go through one to get to the road and find the car. Great! Harry gives me the all clear signal after checking the window. All of them are dark. He grabs me by my waist and hoists me up the tree that we are going to climb through, and then drop into the backyard of this house. I clamber up the trunk and slip through the thick tangle of branches and leaves, sliding along the branch that will lead into the backyard. I grab onto the last branch and drop. I feel the sensation of free fall, and then a loud bang sounds, and I know my tailbone is going to be sore tomorrow. I just landed in a little, red, metal wagon. I scramble off of it, holding my butt as my tailbone stings. Harry drops down after me and pushes me into the shadow of the house. “That was loud,” he whispers and we wait about a minute before we start moving through the backyard. The place is a maze of toys and it’s so hard to see in the dark. I keep tripping over toys and Harry keeps doing the same. We are creating a total racket! As Harry stumbles over a sandbox and crashes into it, coming up with a face full of sand, a light in the house turns on. I freeze, and so does Harry. Then a few more lights turn on in the house. Now Harry and I are slowly moving through the rest of the backyard, towards the gate down the side of the house. Then a man emerges at the back door, and looks straight at us. “Get out you filthy teenagers! Get out of my yard before I call the police,” the man shouts as he comes at us with a metal fireplace poker. I turn on my heel and run towards the fence with Harry close behind. I spring up onto the brick wall along the side and jump up towards a branch hanging from another tree over the fence. I grab onto it and swing over the fence with ease. Harry lands with a soft thud, next to me, within a few seconds. We take off running up the street when Harry suddenly pulls me down a small road and there’s the car. I gasp in relief and throw myself into the passenger seat as Harry dives into the driver’s seat. I wait in anticipation for a few seconds, but the car still hasn’t turned on. “I can’t find the keys,” Harry says. My eyes widen until Harry pulls the keys out from behind his back. I hit him in the chest as he starts the car engine and flies out of the small side road, backing up into the main road and throw the car in drive. I look behind me through the glass and see the man running along the middle of the street, still waving the fireplace poker as he attempts to chase the car. Harry floors the gas pedal and we go flying down the road towards the highway. Then, out of the blue, Harry and I start cracking up with laughter. Between what we did tonight and the image of leaving that man pitifully trying to catch up with the car, there was no reason why we shouldn’t be. “That was for some crazy reason, crazy fun,” I shout. “I couldn’t agree more,” Harry yells.
We are just pulling onto the highway when Harry switched the radio on, turning it as loud as it would go. He pulled the skylight open and I stood up in my seat, singing along and dancing to the song, Talk Dirty to Me, by Jason Derulo. He laughed as I swayed my hips to the beat of the song. We quickly pulled off the highway and pulled up to Harry’s house. I hopped out and we walked inside where Harry and I decided to watch a movie. I sighed as I watched him eating a bowl of popcorn.

Notes

I will continue this little scene at the end in the next chapter, don't worry! :)