"why are you looking at me like that?"
| tornado season was both an exciting experience, and a terrifying one.
perhaps this year would be the season of hope rather than loss. |
"I think I love you."
- scott miller x OC
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mercedes sat in the passenger side of javi's high tech pickup, denim covered legs crossed over his nicely finished dash, and her wild blonde hair dancing with the eager wind. by suggestion, megan moroney played over the maxed speakers, both javi and mercedes singing loudly with the female country singer.
with much thanks, the southern sky's weren't spotted by any clouds, the weather looking absolutely beautiful. mercedes had a pair of sunglasses to hide the sun from her eyes, but not enough fanta could convince her to wear them— they simply just pushed back her hair.
"came back a different me, but it's good to see the same old you~" they sang together, the last of megan's melody fading into the end of the song. as the music fell to a pause, the two friends shared knowing smiles and soon a crowded, beat down of a motel, stretched over the oklahoman fields.
"there she is," javi called over the wind, his hands smacking the leather steering wheel out of faux excitement. "home sweet home to every storm chaser in countryside oklahoma!"
"hey, i remember this place!"
javi glanced at her with a smirk, his left hand forcing the windows to roll back up. "how could you ever forget? this is where we blacked out together, little benz."
"i would say lets run that back for old time sakes, but if you manage to bring kate back, i doubt she'll let that night happen again."
"definitely not."
mercedes watched out the tinted window as they pulled into the graveled motel lot. many off the clock weather chasers gathered around for a day of easy work, loud music blasting from a flashy red truck, and free booze being shared from group to group.
attention seemed to shift towards the clean pickup that arrived later than all the other storm par vehicles, the view of high top sneakers against the clean windshields glass bothering only one ocd cursed man, and making others laugh at his annoyed sigh.
scott miller would never get over the fact he was being replaced by a high school drop out, let alone a woman who seemed to lack car ride courtesy. he was so quick to judge, he momentarily failed to notice how the rest of his crew, and the group of 'tornado wranglers', seemed to fall intrigued by this new girl.
"fix your faces and gather around storm par," he called out, the stick of gum in his mouth popping once before he mumbled under his breath. "let's hope these girls will be worth it."
and so mercedes stepped out from the truck, a hand running through her hair to help smooth out the that platinum colored mess the wind created. "them blue shirts are storm par?" she questioned, her arms moving to stretch out those long two hours from her aching bones.
