American Dream

Chap 17- rain, rain, go away

Don't really want to do this now. I'm tired. It's late. I have stuff to do tomorrow. A lot of stuff. But I love y'all. So I'm going to update anyway.

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Rory's POV

I opened the door for Mitch and Scott the next morning. They had been to Starbucks (what a surprise) but Scott was holding two cups.

"What's with two cups?" I asked him.

"One for my voice, one for my attitude," he smirked, "nah, this one's for you." He handed me a clear takeaway mug with my name scrawled on it. I took a sip.

"Okay stalker, where did you find out Caramel frappe was my favourite?" I demanded with a smile.

"You only order it every time we go to Starbucks," Mitch said sarcastically.

"Whatever," I mumbled. "Plans for today?"

"Well, We had rehearsal later today, but I don't thing it's going to happen. There is a big, black cloud right there and I have a feeling it's going to rain like hell today," Scott said, peering up at the sky.ts

"What?" I asked in disbelief. "It's rain. You aren't planning on singing outside, are you?"

"Well no, but rain."

"In England it rains all the time, Scott," I said. "We don't all stop every time. We would get no where!" I giggled.

"Well here, it doesn't rain often, but when it does it rains a LOT. The city goes crazy, I swear, and momma isn't about to sit in traffic for centuries or walk for a half hour in a monsoon," Mitch explained, with a lot of sass and a tiny bit of exaggeration. "You'll see."

Scott had been complaining of boredom, so we decided to watch tv.

"What's on and good right now?" I asked them both and the room in general. (I value the ceilings opinion.)

"Let's watch spongebob!" Scott suggested. Mitch nodded in agreement.

"You okay to watch repeats?" He asked. I shrugged.

"I don't think that will be an issue. I've never seen spongebob before."

"WHAT? Sister, you haven't lived," Scott basically yelled, basically tackling me and effectively pinning me while he got the remote. I opened my mouth to protest, but he interrupted me. "Nope, just sit. At least an hours worth. No arguments," he said sternly. I looked to Mitch for help, only to find him laughing incredibly hard and nodding in agreement. So that was that.

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This isn't the end of the chapter, but I need sleep. How about I do you guys a deal- I will.. Extend? This chapter tomorrow before I write another one (two? Em, you spoil us. I know.) and then it will be longer. Yes? Good.

I have been feeling mildly stupid tonight. I blame exams. If you notice anything squiffy, including messages, comments or status from tonight, let me know.

As always, let me know what you think and thanks for reading!