"Come on!" David says. "What’s the worst that could happen?"
"I dunno, the police could get called and it turns out to be my uncle or cousin or someone, and then—"
David reaches through the bars of the fence and covers her mouth. He grins. “Come on.”
Diana glares at him, but then she scales the fence, slipping over the top and landing beside David. He grabs her hand and they move quickly towards the old water tower. Getting to the ladder, David gestures politely for her to go first.
Suppressing a laugh, Diana hurries up to the top of the ladder to the small platform under the bulbous head of the structure. She settles, legs dangling over the edge of the ledge as David sits beside her.
"So what do we do now?" Diana asks.
"Throw shit down there," David says.
"Did you bring something to throw?"
"We could just make out."
David looks at her, grins and slides in closer. “We could?”
"Well, lacking the shit to throw at the ground, I think its our only option."
His hand is on her face, lightly brushing her bangs out of her eyes, he’s very close to her. Diana meets his gaze; there is something there that makes her feel off balance, like she’s about to tumble off this platform to the ground. She reaches out to hold on to him.
"I love you," she says. Later she’ll wonder about why she chose this moment, but caught up in saying the words for the first time, all she knows is that she wants to, and they’re true.
David grins. “I love you too.”