“I can’t believe that fucking worked!”

They gasped for air, adrenaline pulsing through their veins.

“You are the smartest kind of stupid, Lay.”

“Thanks!” She replied beaming.

“But NEVER — again.”

“Why,” Lay complained. “I liked it!”

“Of course you did. But I am not going to hide in a garbage bin, EVER, again.”

Lay snickered at them.

“I have banana peel in my hair! How the hell are you not soaked in half eaten tuna, Lay!”

She shrugged, “I don’t know,” she replied in her childish voice.

“Now,” said June, “how are we to get up on the roof without the cops noticing and coming back?”

June pondered the thought for a few seconds.

“Grab that branch,” they demanded.

“What do I do with this, June?”

“Hold the branch steady against the brick, and I will climb. When I get to the roof, I’ll pull you up while you hang onto the stick.”

June stood by the garbage bin admiring her plan for a moment; their hands were on their hips. Superhero position is what June called it.

June began climbing the branch with Lay holding the base.

“OUCH!!” Yelped Lay. “Your foot is in my eye!”

“FINE,” June whispered back sharply, “I’ll move it.

“How’s that?”

Barely audible, Lay said, “Now your fucking foot is in my mouth!”

“Shit—“

They came tumbling down I got he hard, grey concrete.

“Owww! What the hell June! I thought—“

“Shh!” June interrupted her abruptly. It wasn’t time to wine about their shit show; even though June’s one legged cat could have pulled that off in his sleep.

“Do you hear that, Lay.”

“No.”

“Sirens — cops.”