High School For Prodiges

The Storm

June P.O.V.

It's been raining nonstop since We got back from school. My parents have left for a work trip and it looks like there's going to be a hurricane.

My phone rings. "My mom is calling." I say to Day.

I pick up. "Hey Mom. I'm fine. I will stay with Day." That okay? I mouth and he gives me a nod and a beautiful smile that gives me butterflies.

"Okay honey. I just was calling to make sure. I love you and please have Day help you close the hurricane shutters."

"Okay. I love you too Mom. Goodbye." I say. She hangs up.

"Okay let's get all the shutters closed we don't have much time." I say seriously.

Within ten minutes We have them all closed. They close electronically but there's a button for each room of them. (A/N: as you may be able to tell I have no idea how hurricane shutters work)

"Okay." I say when Day comes in the kitchen. "We need to pack me an emergency bag. Just in case. You grab my vitamins, toothbrush and toothpaste, hairbrush, shampoo and conditioner, and my duffel bag to put the stuff in. I'll grab a few other things but I have enough clothes in that chest in the guest room to last me a month."

We run upstairs and I grab everything I need. I have enough of everything to last me a month. Which I'd never need.

"We need to leave now. We can take my car." I say.

We run out to the car with our jackets on. I drive there as quick as possible and we grab my stuff and run inside.

"June! Thank goodness you're okay." Grace says pulling me into a hug.

"What about me?" Day asks hurt.

"June's my favorite." Grace says and I laugh at Day's pouting face.

I let go of Grace and pull him into a hug. Sparks. I swear I used to be stronger than this, I'm going weak in the knees. "It'll be okay. It's going to take time but it will be okay." I say.

"You're not even one of her children." Day says. I run my fingers through his hair. What am I doing? I quickly put my hand down.

"She is in my heart." Grace says. "And she very well could be someday." She mumbles. I blush.

I've been hugging Day for what most people would consider an inappropriate amount of time. I let go awkwardly and after a few seconds he regains his composure.

Grace laughs. "I'll be in the kitchen. We're having spaghetti for dinner." She says. Day cheers.

We walk to the guest room and I set my bags down on my chest of things. Day sits down on the bed and I follow.

"You want to go watch a movie?" He asks.

"Sure." I say.

••••••

The wind is getting even louder by the minute. I'm kind of scared but the people on the news said it's just a mild hurricane.

We are all sitting at the table in the kitchen. Day has already eaten enough to feed me three times and now he's eating garlic bread. I've finished one plate of Spaghetti.

I grab a slice of garlic bread. "Thanks for letting me stay here." I say to Grace and Taylor.

"Of course June. You can stay whenever you want." Taylor says.

Today was Friday and it's Columbus Day weekend. Which means no school Monday. Yay. (A/N: I don't know exactly where I would be timewise considering the amount of time jumps I've done but just go with it)

"When is it supposed to be getting bad?" Day asks.

"In a few hours." Grace says."But it's not dangerous. There'll probably be some trees that'll fall but I'm sure all the houses Will be fine."

I don't have any homework this weekend because I forced Day to come with me to the library after school. All I had was some Calculus.

We all sit down in the living room after dinner and watch TV. Day and I are sharing this blanket I gave him on his birthday this year.

The movie seems really good but Day keeps covering my eyes and screaming at all the scary parts. I think he's covering his own eyes too but I don't know for sure. He is such a wimp sometimes. But so am I...I love him.

We all walk to our rooms and I get ready for bed. I get in bed and can't fall asleep. The wind is going crazy and I'm so worried about my house. At least my parents and Ollie are somewhere else. I love how they take Ollie on their trips but I do miss him.

The wind seems worse by the second. I can't take this. I get out of bed and go upstairs. I grab a glass of water from the fridge and sit at the counter.

I wonder if Day is asleep. He always makes me feel calm. I can't explain it, it's just the way it is. I love him so much. I really should tell... No. Keep the friendship that you have. It's not worth losing him.

The wind. It's too much. I can't take this. I walk quietly up the stairs and into Day's room.

"You awake?" I ask. He screams. Yep. He's awake.

"You okay Daniel?" I hear Grace yell from down the hall.

"Yeah." He yells back as he gets up and turns on the light. He lightly closes the door behind me.

"What're you doing?" He asks gently.

"I couldn't sleep." I say semi-honestly.

"Worried about your house?" He asks sitting down on the bed.

"Yeah." I say sitting. "Would it be totally terrible if I stayed in here? I know I shouldn't and I'm really sorry but I usually get Ollie when something like this happens and he's with my parents.

"June. Relax." I let out a breath. "I don't mind if you stay in here. Would you like me to sleep on the floor?" He suggests.

"No. You're my best friend of course not. Why? Do you want me to sleep on the floor?"

"June." He says putting an arm around me. "Stop overthinking things." Like the fact that your arm is around me and I feel as if my heart could explode in any second? I'll try my best.

He gets up to go shut the light off and I pull the covers up to my shoulders and lay down.

He lays back beside me. "Oh my parents are going to freak out so much over this." He says laughing.

"Day really, I can sleep on the floor."

"Let it go June. You're not sleeping on the floor." He says softly. I smile and cozy myself in the blankets.

"Thanks Day. I feel much better now." I say. The wind isn't as bad as I thought. It's all okay now.

I turn away from Day because that is the side that I sleep on and somewhere before me falling asleep I make note of the fact that Day's arms are now wrapped securely around my waist. And in this single moment all is well.