Thunder & Lightning

Devon: Part 3

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"The rain is falling ever harder and all I can hear is the sound of the water. I'm drenched but I can't move."

- Paulo Coelho

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Ever since I was a kid all I ever wanted to do was write.

I would spend hours trying to find the right words to describe how the moon danced across the sky. The best I could ever come up with was using the word danced.

Can you imagine it, the moon and the stars in a never-ending waltz in the heavens?

I would tell anyone who listened that when I grew up I would be a famous writer.

I never knew what it was I wanted to write about, but I figured that as long as I kept writing that one day I would figure it all out. I wouldn't have to guess, I would know what it is I had to say.

I never did figure it out. I stopped writing after my dad died. Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn't anymore. I guess you could say I ran out of words to describe how the moon danced across the sky.

But that was last year and this is now.

The guys and I sitting in my basement trying to figure out how to roll a joint to smoke some weed.

The room was small. Daniel and I sitting next to each other on an old mustard-colored couch. Michael was not too far away leaning back on an oversized hot pink bean bag and Levi kneeling on the ground in front of the coffee table as he pulled out the stuff we needed from his bag.

"Holy shit," Daniel gasped as Levi pulled out a large brick-sized plastic-wrapped chunk of weed. "What the hell did you have to do to get that much for free?" I asked voicing my confusion.

Levi shrugged, "nothing, she just said that if she ever needed a favor I'd owe her one."

It didn't make sense. I had a bad feeling about all this. Drug dealers don't just give that much away for free and not expect anything in return.

I couldn't help but worry about what Levi was getting himself all wrapped up in. Whatever favor this girl would ask for wasn't gonna be small or easy, that was for sure.

Levi pushed some of his jaw-length brown hair out of his face as he struggled to open the plastic wad. "I'll get scissors" Michael offered before running upstairs.

I wonder what Rebecca was doing right now.

I sighed, I don't even know why I'm thinking about her. Even if I did have a little crush it didn't matter. She had made how she felt pretty clear.

Then again, she did say she thought I was cute, I smirked to myself.

"Why are you always staring at the Rachel girl?" Daniel asked breaking me out of my train of thought. I turned to him, my brow raised.

Who the hell was Rachel?

"Rachel?" I asked voicing my question. He rolled his brown eyes. "The mean-looking brunette." He supplied.

Oh, he must mean Rebecca. I snorted. Daniel's has always been shit with names. Whether he was joking or serious he had a habit of calling people whatever the hell he felt like.

"Her name is Rebecca," I corrected him. He waved his hand dismissing me. "That's what I said." He smirked.

No, it wasn't.

"You aren't nearly as cute as you think you are." I reminded him. Daniel's smirk only seems to grow as he pushed some of his short curly blonde hair back.