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Send me a ✢ for my muse’s reaction to seeing yours standing on their doorstep soaking wet in the rain.
Packing her things up for college was proving to be more difficult than she’d imagined — it was the first time she’d come back to her house after her father’s death. I probably should have taken up Caroline’s offer to help, she thought to herself before she heard several consecutive knocks at her door. Bonnie frowned, her eyes darting once to her bedroom window where it was pouring viciously outside, wondering who it could be as she headed downstairs to answer the door. It swung open, revealing Jeremy dripping from the storm that was still raging on since earlier that day. “Jer, what are you doing here?” she asked in disbelief, moving forward to take a hold of one of his hands to pull him inside quickly and close the door. “I thought we weren’t meeting up until later.” A small smile split across her lips nonetheless, already feeling her mood being to lighten again.