The brunette boy was perched atop the camper, on the roof or what was considered “his bedroom” due to lack of space for the deranged family. Books were scattered around him, the sun shining in streaks through patches of leaves up above which clung to each branch like a meticulously placed puzzle piece. It was a warm summers day and Wyatt didn’t want to do anything but lay back in the sun and read… unless he could see her. Then that’s what he wanted. (Continue as you please)