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He responded 12 minutes later.

Sure. Msg me when you get here?

Yes yes yessss!

3 minutes later.

I have to warn you though, I took two pills last night, so we'll just chill?

I was also slightly hungover form last night and tired on the little sleep I did get, but I didn't care. This power inside was stronger than anything else that could have stopped me.

I responded with an affirmation that everything was gong to be alright.

Maybe now everything would truly, finally, be alright.

I began to move with a new energy, the familiar buzz of the possibility of seeing him again so soon. I was so relieved that he agreed. Though I surely had the best intention, I was starting to feel crazy, in the way that love humiliates.

I took my time lining my eyes with the kohl black eyeliner, and with dabbing my perfume on my wrists.

I put on black tight and my short black t-shirt dress, the one that zipped up in the back.

It was already near 5pm and nearing sunset, but I couldn't see the sun when I looked out, at least not in the way that I expected. It seemed that the sky was overrun with clouds. On one hand I wasn't to worried about the drive since I was planning on taking a taxi anyway, so I wouldn't have to worry about driving if the weather turned bad, which is started to look like it might.

What began as a sunny morning quickly morphed into an overturned sky, and as if on cue, the moment that I was looking out trying to find the sun, the first few raindrops began to hit the window.

It never rains in California, in LA, and it was funny that it chose now, this moment and today to begin raining. It's not that the rain itself is bad, but the fact that it happens so rarely that even a little bit makes people lose all their sense and start taking pictures and pulling over on roads and being confused about how to use the windshield wipers.

Maybe it only seemed like that because one of the cities I used to live in with my family would encounter rain every week, so it seemed like when it wasn't raining thats when it would be weird. I was used to it where a lot of people weren't, which seemed to be the case for more than rain, for several things for better or for worse...

I had to go to the basement to find the shoes that I needed, since so much of my stuff was still in boxes since having moved back home for the summer. But as I passed the living room TV, my brother was actually watching the news, and not playing a video game for a change.

"Our sources are calling it to be the worst storm of the season. In fact, experts tell us that Los Angeles hasn't seen a storm like this in more than 50 years. The current, which is slowly moving over the pacific will bring a sort of hurricane effect, bringing heavy rains, winds and the possibility of hail." The confused weatherman was telling my brother over the screen.

I came and sat beside my brother, grabbing the remote control out of his hands to turn up the volume.

"People are advised to stay in side and off the roads, to avoid any sort of travel plans if possible."

"Shit," I muttered under my breath.

"Um, going somewhere?" He asked me with a sort of ridicule to his voice.

"Yes," I said getting up to check the windows, "a friend's, er, birthday party."

"Ookay," my brother didn't seem the need to ask further question as he switch the screen back to a war video game.

Were they right? The weather seemed to be getting worse every minute, with the wind reigning to pick up. How did this completely escape me? How is it that all of nature is trying to steer me away from that m human nature is so sure of.

I couldn't possibly go back now. I had to see him. I couldn't lose him again, I couldn't do it again. I was convinced that seeing him again was necessary, necessary form e to understand, necessary for us. Maybe the new would be able to both see that we can't be apart, like this.

I frantically moved around the boxes n the basement. A portion of our things always packed up, always ready to move somewhere else, a new house or a new town. I was getting frustrated with the situation until I fond them, my platform black leather boots. If any of my shoes were going to survive a hurricane, it would be this pair, should it come down to that.

I quickly ran back up to my room and shut the door, my newfound energy buzz dampened by the anxiety of my journey.

Was this some sort of a sign from beyond? To stay home? No, how could it be when I was so sure of what I wanted, what I needed. My brain was so beyond attached to this idea of him with me, that there was no way possibly I could ever let it go now that I've come this far. Having come this far only to come this far was not a thought I was about to entertain easily.

So I continued. I was not going to be a person who believed in coincidences, I was going to be a person who believed in creating our own destiny; that nothing would happen if we didn't do anything about it. Cause an effect. We get what we ask for.

So why did it feel like I was asking for the world?