𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚂 - 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚈'𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙾𝙼𝚈

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Before she moved to New York, Evangeline Webber-Kensington used to love rainstorms.

Now, they just annoyed the shit out of her.

Rainstorms were peaceful in her undergrad dorm at Harvard. It was like the New England town of Cambridge was specifically built with the intentions of being peaceful and beautiful during rainstorms. She would even take the rainstorms in Seattle, for nothing else other than the nostalgic feel. But in Manhattan, at the literal epicenter of the city that never sleeps?

Rainstorms were hell on Earth.

Angie sat on the floor of her townhouse apartment(technically, it belonged to her mother, but that was neither here nor there), surrounded by half-packed boxes and suitcases and trying to block out everything; the painful memories, the way rain slammed against her windows, the way thunder shook her blinds, and the way the endless traffic honked and screeched on the streets.

Angie groaned softly, falling back onto the floor in agony. She debated trying to turn up her music again, but that would just add more noise and make everything worse. Rubbing her temples softly, Angie tried to find the motivation to finish packing. She had to get this done soon. Her father was expecting her in Seattle in just a few weeks so she could start her surgical residency at his hospital, Seattle Grace.

She smiled softly, remembering the Cold War her parents had engaged in, each of them trying to persuade her to choose their respective hospital's residency program. They had both pulled out every stop they could until finally, Angie forced her parents to just play rock, paper, scissors and get it over with.

So, to Seattle Grace it was.

Her father, Richard, had been ecstatic, as well as her stepmother, Adele. They had been calling at least once a week, constantly checking to make sure that Angie was OK with the preparations they were making. Her mother, on the other hand, had kept up her bitter facade for about 12 hours before bombarding her with questions, advice, and system cheats for the Seattle Grace surgical program.

Richard had to call her every other day to get her to stop teaching their daughter how to cheat. It never worked.

Angie shook her head softly at her parents' antics as her phone began to buzz on the floor. Pushing herself to sit up with a soft grunt, Angie picked up her phone, smiling at her mother's contact photo.

Her timing was always concerningly impeccable.

Rolling her eyes, Angie answered the call, pressing the phone between her ear and shoulder. "I am packing up my apartment as we speak, Mom."

"Technically, you're speaking. I haven't said anything yet."

"Technically, you just did."

On the other end, Simone Kensington snorted softly, and Angie could imagine her mother rolling her eyes. "Smartass. I nurtured you in my womb for nine months and this is how I'm treated?"

"Hey, I didn't ask to be brought into this world. You put me here."

"And I can take you out, too. Keep talking."

Angie mocked her mother childishly, continuing to sort through her belongings and place them in different bags while Simone chuckled.

"So, how are you feeling? Your internship starts in–"

"Less than two weeks, I know. I'm...nervous. And excited. But really just nervous."

Her mother laughed in disbelief. "Nervous about what? You were basically raised in that hospital. You know it like the back of your hand!"