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"Hurry!"

Zoe quickly put the fire out as soon as we all felt a raindrop. The rest of us took care of the supplies and other things.

We ran inside once everything wasn't on the wrong side of the glass door. At that point, the thunder roared and the rain fell heavily. We were all pretty close to the door, so we were able to get everything outside.

Needless to say, checking the weather was a good idea.

"Shit," Zoe quickly reached into the back pockets of her jeans as we stood around in the kitchen. "Where's my phone?"

My eyes widened. "Zoe, you didn't leave it out did you..."

"I'm messing with you." Her expression was replaced by a goofy smile as she whipped out her phone with an aesthetically pleasing case. It reminded me of one of her many Instagram aesthetics.

Connor ruffled his wet hair. "Jesus Zoe, Mom would've killed you."

I turned to him. "You can just put it in uncooked rice, y'know. It'll soak up the water and stuff." Obviously, it was a common method everyone knew about, but the Murphy's didn't seem to. "Nevermind, Zoe's phone is fine anyway."

"Well, you know what's not fine?" Zoe glanced behind her and back.

I snorted. "My social life?"

"What?" She shook it off. I could see Connor smile and mutter a 'me' under his breath as he looked down at his nails. They were painted but chipped again. "No, the living room! It looks like a hurricane hit it!"

"Hey Zoe, your 'mom' mode is activated again." Her brother teased. He stuck his tongue out at her as soon as she glared at him.

"Hey," I pointed at him, raising an eyebrow. "We all said that we were gonna clean and fix it."

So we got to it. I was on the lookout for any more bugs that Connor and Evan haven't run into yet. I just hoped the house didn't have a history of a lot of bug infestations, and wondered if the Murphys even bothered to take care of it or not.

Wrappers were thrown away, the furniture was moved back to where they were supposed to, and Evan offered the clean the coffee table.
It was looked just about the same as when we walked in for the first time, and everybody seemed a lot more comfortable.

Later on, since we decided we didn't have a lot to do while it was raining out, we all decided to relax with some leftovers and watch a movie.

And I was not complaining!

•••

Shifting a little and adjusting my blanket to get more comfortable, my tear-filled eyes kept on the screen. We've all watched The Fault in our Stars before in middle school or something, but it still hit me as much as the next person.

It actually got to everyone in the living room. Zoe was flat out sobbing but still managed to look okay unlike me. She was a pretty crier. Evan kept half of his wet face in a tissue and was huddled in a blanket with his girlfriend, seeming very embarrassed.

Connor had his arm loosely around me, but his glossy eyes stayed fixed on the screen. Every time a tear even threatened to fall he blinked and wiped them away at the speed of light. I intertwined my fingers with his as he just gave up and let them fall.

"You need a tissue?" I asked as Zoe passed the box to me.

Connor shook his head and sniffled. After returning to instantly wiping his falling tears away again, he acted like he never cried at all.

Still, his walls that always seemed to surround him from everything, even around me sometimes, seem to fall down like his tears.

As the credits rolled around, I sighed and chuckled lightly as Evan turned the lights on. "Every time, dammit."

"You're emotional as all hell," Connor teased as he rubbed his eyes, his voice shaking a little.

Zoe stood up with her blanket wrapped around her. "I don't think I'm ever recovering from that. You guys can't die, okay? You're not allowed to."

"Is that the rule now?" I giggled, wiping an excess tear.

"Yep," she replied after taking the movie disk out.

There was a short pause that was filled with yawning and some extra sniffles before we all decided to just head to bed. The thing about crying is that it makes you tired, which sucked because I was planning to stay up more, with it being summer and all.

Connor and I just decided to say "fuck it" and leave most of our stuff in our luggage. We had a day and a half left, so there was no point in putting anything away.

After changing, we hopped into bed and I brought up the conversation on what the whole cockroach deal was.

"So I was just sitting there talking to Evan and shit and all of a sudden, he points out these big-ass cockroaches next to my fucking head!" Connor explained that and the rest of the story, using exaggerated hand motions and all.

"Damn," I commented after his story as I moved the hair out of my face. "I'm in love with a cockroach killer."

"That should be a shirt!" He suddenly turned to me with a smile. "Cockroach killer is a weird-ass title though."

"Well, it's because we're weird-ass people." I faced him and his hand that was in mine.

"Are you saying something about me, Y/N?" His expression abruptly shifted. "Do you actually think I'm weird?"

I frantically shook my head. "If anything, I'm the one who's weird. Well, I mean at least weird things happen to me. That's what I mean." I cringed. It was true, but saying something at the wrong time or anything makes me want to die a little inside. "That was a stupid comment, I'm sorry."

"I- No..." Connor began, shaking his head. "Just don't even worry about it." He let out a chuckle before saying, "I'm kidding Y/N, seriously. Don't worry about it."

Lightly punching him after the corner of his lips raised into a cheekier smile, I said, "I— don't fucking scare me like that then! I didn't wanna insult you."

"It's fine." He pressed on with a sigh. "I'm just shocked on how much we relate."

"It's great, really." I looked down at my hand that was with Connor's. It was almost the same way as when we were watching the movie.

"You tired?" He asked. I shook my head, knowing he wasn't either.

Connor nodded, his smile shifting into a smaller smirk. "Do you wanna do something?"

Raising an eyebrow and tilting my head, thinking about what possible idea he came up with, I replied, "Like what?"

The bed shifted as he swung his legs off the edge and stood up. He turned to me with excitement. "Come on, we're taking a walk."

The hell is he talking about?

"What- it's raining though!"

"Wow, really?" Connor put on a fake shocked expression. I got up, slid a small sweater on, and followed him downstairs. The wooden staircases creaked and felt cold, even through my bright socks that I had put on. He had also grabbed a flashlight, stuffed it in the deep pockets of his sweater, and zipped them shut.

We both got our shoes on and went out the door. Connor quickly took my hand. "We're gonna run, okay?"

"As long as it's not far." The second I pulled my hood up, he pulled my hand and I raced behind him through the rain. A sense of adventure rushed through me as we ran across the pavement. On the way, I caught a glimpse of an abandoned railroad track, most likely it being the one the Murphy siblings mentioned. As we stepped through puddles, splashes of water tingled my legs.

Connor was like a little enthusiastic kid trying showing me something he was proud of, or at least happy about.

Thunder boomed as we gripped each other's hands tighter and stopped in front of a five foot, rusted gate, which was in front of the door of another building. It wasn't so dilapidated, but it definitely wasn't the most intact.

Oddly enough, there happened to be a couple of tree stumps next to it.

"We're gonna.. climb?" I asked, panting shivering slightly because of the cold rain.

"Hell yea." He must've taken notice of my uneasy look. The tops of the gate weren't spiked, but had semicircles with very thin edges. Someone could still cut their hand. "Do you want to?" He asked me.

We were already here, and although old and aged, I was quite curious to see what it was like. "Let's do it!"
So Connor hopped onto the tree stump, placed his foot at the top of the gate, and hauled himself up and over, earning a loud thud from the ground.
Honestly, it looked a bit simple. But I knew that it wouldn't be the case if I tried it out.

"I'll catch you if you fall." He laughed.

I tilted my head jokingly, already used to his childishness side. "Alright, my knight and shining armor."

He cocked an eyebrow. Was he blushing?
"Just hurry up, it's raining."

Wiping the water droplets off my forehead, I hopped onto the stump, placed my foot on the top of the gate, and pulled myself forward. Muddy concrete would've been the cause of my end if a pair of arms hadn't stabilized me.

It was an amazing, trusting feeling to know he was there.

•••

"So," Connor panted as he began. "You have your own 'special' spots that you like to go to, right?"

I nodded, crossing my arms and hugging myself from the rain. "Yea, so what's up?"

He glanced at the old door covered in vines and leaves before swinging it open with a smirk.