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Created on: March 24, 2010
The thunder was rolling in and the rain was starting to pour. Jennifer watched from her window of her apartment as the lightening it the ground, following a loud, thunderous boom. She use to be frightened when she was a little girl, but now she was older and she came to find out, that she actually liked listening to the rain fall and watch the lightening struck. She felt as if God was putting on his show and showing her how powerful she was. She curled up in her blanket, and kept looking out at the storm. She decided to put candles around the room, just in case her power decided to go out. She then heard her cell phone ring. She got up from her coach, and grabbed her phone off the coffee table. It was the voice she had been wanting to hear all day. Nicholas.
"Hey Nick."
"Hey Jennifer." His voice came out as if he were singing her a lullaby.
"What can I do for you?"
"Well, I know that you are alone tonight and I was wondering if I could come over and keep you companion. I don't want you to be alone during this crazy storm."
"Yeah, of course you can come over, I could make us some sandwiches; We could watch a movie to, if the power doesn't go out."
"Sure, what movie were you thinking?"
"Well how about the proposal."
"Yeah, that is a great movie, I will be over soon."
"Okay, I will get everything set up, see you soon."
"See you soon. bye."
"Bye." She hung up the phone, and sat in silence. Nick was coming over. She started traveling into the land of what-if, but quickly stopped herself. She realized she didn't have time to go off into dream land, she had to start getting ready. She decided she would just stay in her pajamas. She popped in the proposal and let the dvd run through the previews while she made the sandwiches. She then heard her doorbell ring. "He always makes perfect timing." She said to herself as she finished the final touches of what she called her masterpiece. She then sat them down on the table and opened the front door. Nicholas was soaked from head to toe. He laughed and ran his hair through his curly brown hair.
"So I just got a little wet." She laughed at his comment and then hurried him inside.
"If you want I can get you some dry clothes, I have a some t-shirts that would probably fit you and I'm sure Brad has probably left some pants." Brad was her ex-husband who left her to be with his secretary. She was crushed for over a year until she decided it was time to pick herself back up. During this time, she met Nicholas and they had been
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