Page 79 of My Life with the Walter Boys
“We need to push the truck to the road,” Danny said.
“Push it?” I asked, surprised. It was going to be so heavy.
“Yeah, Mom can hear everything,” he said. “So, if we want to get out of here, we can’t start it until it’s on the road.”
Everyone got behind Fox, the name the guys had dubbed the red truck.
“Fox?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Isaac said with a grin. “Our truck is hot, like Megan Fox.”
I rolled my eyes as most of the guys tried to hold in their laughter.
“All right, guys. One, two, three!” Cole instructed. Everyone pushed, and it only took us a few minutes to get Megan down the Walters’ long driveway.
“Whoo!” Alex shouted once the truck was on the street. “Let’s go.”
Everyone climbed in, Cole started the truck, and then we were off into the night.
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“All right, Isaac, Danny. You take the backyard,” Cole said, throwing the black duffel bag on the ground. He quickly unzipped it and threw them both rolls of toilet paper. We were all standing outside Principal McHale’s three-story house. It was a good distance from the road, and there was lots of tree coverage, but Cole had parked the truck a block back just in case.
“It’s huge,” I whispered to Alex who was standing next to me. “There are so many trees.”
Alex nodded his head with a smile. “It’s perfect for a good TP.”
“You guys are being too loud,” Cole hissed, looking at me.
“Fine, Mr. Boss Man. Give me a job to do,” Alex said.
Cole tossed him the box of forks. “Someone has to fork the lawn,” he said.
“I’ll go too,” I said, linking arms with Alex. I didn’t want to be left alone with Cole and Lee.
“I don’t think so,” Cole said, grabbing my arm as we started to head away. “I have the perfect job for you.”
A few minutes later, I stood staring up at the back balcony.
“No way in hell am I doing that,” I said, crossing my arms. “You’re crazy.”
“We need someone light to do it,” Cole said. “Nathan normally does, but considering he’s temporarily out of service…”
“Oh fine!” I said and snatched the roll from him.
“There’s a good girl,” Cole said, pinching my cheek.
“Screw you,” I told him before spinning around and grabbing the rose trellis.
“Just be careful it doesn’t break,” Cole told me as I tested my weight on the lowest wooden beam. When I was sure it wouldn’t, I began to pull myself up. It was like climbing a ladder.
“Ouch!” I yelled as I pricked my finger on a rose thorn.
“Shut up!” Cole hissed from below. “Do you want to be caught? That’s their bedroom patio up there.”
“Yeah, I know. You already told me like fifty times,” I whispered, sucking the little drop of blood from my finger. “It would have been nice if you’d given me gloves.”
“Stop being a baby and start climbing,” he shot back at me.
