I glance at my phone. Yenz and I haven't hung out in a week. Not since I told him cats take about global domination just as much as food. He probably thinks I am weird. My stomach grumbles, but I ignore it. The smell of the city puts off my appetite, or that is what I tell myself. Instead, I put away my laptop and fill the bird feeder.

I stare at my phone again. I don't want to start a conversation. I hate starting conversations. But I want to see him again. I like his company. Nothing more. I dump the empty bag in the trash and pocket my phone. And my right hearing aid. I should go on a walk. 'Fresh' air and what not.

Yenz threw his empty ramen cup out and shoved his phone into his pocket.

Screw the storm. He slipped on his converse and opened the door. The rain was falling lighter now, and the thunder had died down. He locked the door and put his hood up, beginning down the deserted road.

The last drips of water flatten my hair and roll down my shirt. I mentally groan and make my way to the park. Hopefully it smells better than here. Not that I am complaining about the wet concrete smell or anything. But wet trash is another matter.

He trudded down the road. He needed a quiet place to think. The park was just a mile down the road, and with his freakishly long legs (as Makayla teased) carried him far.

After a few minutes the park came into view, lights in lamp posts dimly lighting up the gloomy grounds. He froze when he saw someone standing by a lamp post.

Kayla. She had the same scowl as usual, rain dripping off of her chin. He had to remind himself to breath.

I glare at the water as if it personally offended me. It has. The thunder reminds me of someone. I shove the thought away. Becaause I think I see someone. It can't be. Why would anyone willingly be out in this moist nonsense? Well, I am. I think, which dashes my argument to peices. I smile at what I think is Yenz, but I return to scowl as water drips down the back of my ear.

He laughed as she glared at a rain drop and strided over.

"It's a little wet for you to be out here, don't you think?" He said, raising an eyebrow. He stiffled a shiver and rolled down his sleeves. Thunder crashed above them, and farther away he saw lighting spark in the air.

Don't do it. Don't do it. He scolded himself, reaching up to toy with his hoodie strings.

I spot the lightning and a pang of sadness ripples through my chest. My brother would have loved this storm. No, stop thinking about him. I force myself to smile, easly making it look natrul. "It was either moist and depressing, or way to quiet." I say. "The choice was easy." The wet grass smell is nice. But the city smell still reaches it's fingers out.

He smiled.

"Atleast the storm's dying down a little." He mumbled peeking up at the clouds. Far off, he saw the lightning flicker less and less, until there was barely and thing to light up the sky.