It got into the pantry and started gnawing at the flour on the bottom. By the looks of it, though, it was just passing through via pipe holes for the sink so it’s too soon to tell if the thing was only visiting or here in an attempt to stay.
All I’m going to say is that I outlined the entire story before I change it up and manipulate it to fit the idea I have… but I like the outline so much I want to write it out as it is. I would love to do it, but it’s a terribly cliche love triangle one and… yeah. ._.
I’m going to go read cliche plotted stories to feel better about my decision.
"That actually reminds me. You’re sitting in my car, we’re driving at around 80 mph on the highway, you have no idea who I am, where we’re going, and no one knows that you’re with me.” He threw a devilish glance at me. “I’m your worst nightmare.”
Not only is the stupid hurricane gonna rain all over New York, but I’m supposed to work this weekend and it’d be my last time to see some of my friends at work before the season is over. If it’s going to storm/rain really bad then we might not even open or I’ll just be called and told not to come in at like 7am. FML.