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Exclusive #6 - Cliché, Cliché, Cliché.

                                                      Exclusive #6: Cliché.

The weekend finally got here and the Springtime weather finally hit in. And you should know that type of weather happens when it’s Spring [even though the month is May, so the climate it’s working it’s way to summer]... some frequent chances of rain with strong thunderstorms, that it may leads up to a tornado.

But tonight, hopefully, no type of funnel cloud is ripping through New York. Just a series of loud claps and booms of thunderstorms with killer sharp lightning, non-stop heavy rain, and penny to nickel size hail just disturbing in for tonight. And not to mention, the violent weather affected the electricity. Right now with this type weather in the night sky and half of the state have no lights, it’s like an apocalypse going on.

Other than the August residence using little light from the flashing and vivid lightning, we’re only using flashlights that have good to rare quality batteries and a few odoriferous candles; though we’re chilling the living room in our matching Spongebob Squarepants pajamas, only listening to the sounds of thunder, telling little stories, and getting little distracted by Ashton’s little fun she’s having by listening to various of rap and R&B songs on Spotify that she have blasting through her Beats earphones as she’s lying on the couch.

Since she decides to run her phone on data since the wifi is out, remember that me and Jacob will not pay for the future bill that’ll be more than four-hundred bucks.

“Oh my God, I remember this song,” Ashton slightly giggled when she noticed another song after she skipped the previous one.

And the song that she so happen to recognize that’s produced by DJ Drama and Mike Will Made It, Ain’t No Way Around It by Future.

“A bitch gon’ be a bitch, a hoe gon’ be a hoe, a killer gon’ be a killer, that’s sumthin’ you needa’ know, ain’t no way around it...” she sang the chorus out loud. “Ain’t no way around it! A dealer gon’ be a dealer, a plug gon’ be a plug! My niggas, them my niggas, we just like blood! Ain’t no way around it! Ain’t no way—”

She got interrupted because I approached over to her and snatch one earphone from her ear and paused the music.

“Ain’t no way around it!” I finished off as I’m grabbing her phone and pulling away the other earphone from her ear.

“Hey, I was listening to that!” She sat up and I took her phone. 

“You ran on data for too long,” I said slight sternly and I glanced at the battery life. “And plus, your phone is thirty-five percent away from being dead.”

“But the lights might pop back on by the time it’s on five percent,” Ashton predicted.