Just a quick little story I typed up on a whim. It had no outline or plan, it just started off as a writing prompt I found online and turned into something. It’s completely unedited, so excuse any typos, bad grammar, word choice, any of that fun stuff. I might just come back to it later on. (:
“Uh… I just… I just really like trees.”
The words were out of my mouth before I could think of a better excuse to why I was always spending my time up in the large tree’s branches.
Jenna raised her eyebrows. “Really, Conrad?”
I blinked. “Yeah, for sure! Trees are… Um… My passion.”
“Yeah. Totally. And I’m a magical pony.”
I shrugged. “Well, you are kinda-”
“Don’t say it.” A threatening finger was pointed in my face. I just laughed. Jenna is one of the strangest people I had ever met (and probably ever will meet in the future), but she is one of the people I can call my closest friends.
We stood in silence under the oak tree for a minute.
“So what’s up there?” Jenna finally asked again, gesturing upwards with her left thumb.
I glanced up into the branches uneasily. This was my tree. No one but me had ever been up there. I never even let my mom tell the gardener to trim the branches- actually, if those branches got trimmed, the secret would be revealed.
“Well?” Jenna looked at me expectantly.
“I- It- I can’t tell you,” I said.
Jenna’s dark eyes grew wide and pleading. “Aw, c’mon, Conrad! Don’t you trust me?” I groaned. I hate it when people guilt trip me.
“I do, Jen, I- I just-,” I stammered pathetically.
“You just what?” Jenna didn’t sound irritated; she was being awfully patient, and I could tell that she would be willing to wait it out for as long as necessary.
Might as well get it over with now, I guess.
I sighed. “Get up there.”
Jenna let out a little squeal. “Yes! Finally!” She pushed past me to scramble up the knotted trunk.
Maybe I should go into a bit more detail.
Jenna and I have known each other since we could barely walk, right from the time her family moved into my neighborhood thirteen years ago. There is a big, gnarled oak tree in my backyard that had been there for as long as I can remember. And for that same amount of time, that has been my tree. Before he died in that car accident, my dad told me that I could do whatever I wanted with it as long as I didn’t harm it. That tree holds some of my fondest childhood memories… Memories that I’m actually still building till this day. After all, being fourteen still means I’m a kid. No matter how mature I’d like to think myself to be.
That tree holds secrets. They’re not really very meaningful secrets- I guess you could say that they’re more of the silly-yet-sentimental type.
Jenna has always been interested in my tree. I don’t even remember what got her stuck on it, but she’s always been curious about what’s up there. And she constantly asks me about it.
I do trust Jenna. I do. The only thing that kept me from showing her before is the fear that she’ll think it’s weird, ridiculous, or even a bit creepy. I mean, as far as I know, there aren’t any other teenage boys in the area who spend the majority of their time up in an oak tree.
All I could do was hope that she’d be open to it.
Open to me.