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The storm

*just something technical in order to understand the story*

Most trailers are small, so campers have some tents, the size of the actual trailer that they place in front of the trailer to keep bikes, leave clothes to dry, cook or even in some cases sleep or use them as living rooms. In this book when I refer to as tent it means this.

Nick woke up the next morning. His head couldn't stop buzzing. He opened his eyes and found himself sleeping on his brother's bunker bed, that would have never happened under normal circumstances.

He tilted his head and grabbed his phone, that was sitting right above his head. 13:46 He had slept for eternity. He turned around and opened the curtain that hid the light from getting into the caravan.

Instead of the bright summer sun, a small gloomy amount of light enters the room. Nick looked at the sky and saw big grey clouds forming above them. "Its high time you wake up," a voice said behind him. It was George. "Here," he said, offering him a mug of what seemed to be coffee. "I just made it."

Nick looked at his brother in disbelief, then the cup of hot coffee that he was holding. George spotted the way Nick was looking at the mug. "It's not gonna bite you," he said. "I thought we made amends last night Niki... ugh I meant Nick"

"You're right. It's just that it's too weird having you taking care of me" Nick said, to which George responded with a smile. "Looks like a bad day for swimming," Nick said as he placed two bowls on their yard's table. "I'm bailing out today," George said as he placed cereal and milk. "The guys are coming over later".

"So that means that I have to find a way out of here soon," Nick said ironically. "They're not that bad" George defended his friends. "They just tease me all the time" Nick added. "I'll tell them to stop" George assured him.

"Hey, Jim" Nick yelled to his friend who was just getting out of his trailer. "Stop yelling, I just got up," he said coming closer. "Can I get a bowl too?" He asked as he took a seat on the table.

"Can I come by later today?" Nick asked. "Sure, our parents will go eat at Mr Abraamopoulos so you can come by," Jim said "I'll tell Luke too. We don't really hang out anymore, just the three of us"

The wind became stronger as they picked their bowls and got them inside the kitchen. "We shall bring the chairs and table from outside," George noticed. "It's getting violent out there." The other two nodded in agreement and they picked up everything and moved it inside the tent.

"Come on let's call Luke and go to your trailer," Nick said and they left George alone. Nick left a small bye and a wave to his brother. Things were actually getting better between those two.
 
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Helen was walking slowly. Shorts, flip flops and a yellow raincoat. The small drops that started falling when she was off her yard had know become a steady rain, while the wind made everything even worse.

She couldn't even run, cause if she did she would be filled with mud by the time she went to Nick. Finally after two minutes or so she arrived at his doorstep.

She knocked

George opened the door. "Umm... Is Nick here" she asked kindly. She had never spoken to his brother before, although she had heard a lot about him. Lydia used to have a crush on him last summer, so Helen had to pass countless hours listening about how beautiful his dark hair was and how handsome was with his sharp jawline.
"His next door to Jim," he said and slammed the door on her face. "That man has no manners at all," she thought as she was walking towards the next trailer.

"May I come in?" she asked Jim who was the one to open the door. "Sure..." Jim said confused by her anger on her face, as he took a step backwards to let Helen inside.