Bound To Be A Hurricane

"Okay I think I know this one. Zephyr means wind doesn't it?"

"West winds. That's me." He confirms before sliding back underneath the car to continue fixing the engine.

"Why? Did your parents intend to name you after the west winds?" I bite my lip, watching him squint at his work. His nimble fingers work quickly and a soft smile graces my face; this is something that he loves to do.

"I don't think they knew." He admits sheepishly, sliding back out and sitting up to look at me. A smudge of black grease lines his cheekbones and my eyes linger there for a second.

"My turn to guess. They named you after the plant because flowers and shit are the epitome of beauty." He drawls, grinning.

"Rosemary means dew of the sea idiot. I'm not a flower, remember?" I snort.

"So, you're rain?"

"Yep, that's me. We're the wind and the rain huh?" I swing my legs casually. He shoots me an endearing smile.

"Bring on the hurricane." He winks. I squeal and he races at me with fingers smudged with black.

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Rosemary Oaks is an adult in an eighteen year old's body, or so they say. Supporting a broken family and struggling to pave her own way in the small world of Cardiff, Wales, Rosemary is expecting her final year of sixth form to be void of colour and just another obstacle to overcome.

Zephyr Corrado has got a lot on his plate. A looming secret hangs over his head everyday and his facade is falling apart. Year thirteen isn't turning out to be as black and white as he expected as Zephyr fights his anxiety and attempts to figure out what he really wants.

They didn't have an extraordinary first meeting. They didn't have all the words to say and the time to give.

But when the wind and the rain meet, they can't help but create a storm.