it was unlike serenity to let someone in her home. it was a sanctuary, mainly because she grew up in that little two bedroom house on blueberry boulevard -- though the house had changed quite a bit on the inside. there was something so nauseating about all of the roosters in the kitchen and the ivy pattern in the living room once her mother left. she’d completely renovated the kitchen and decorated it in bright oranges and yellows, sunflower pattern everywhere. it was one of her favorite rooms in the house. there was a screened in porch coming off the back of it, rain pattering on the roof. “i figure we could eat out there? maybe a storm will come. i love watching them,” ren commented as she opened the oven to peek at the lasagna. “one of my favorite songs in the whole world is storms by fleetwood mac. there’s this line --” she shut the oven and turned on her heel to face theo. “that i feel describes me? um, it goes, never have i been a blue, calm, sea. i have always been a storm,” she sauntered over to the table where the boy sat. the song reminded her of her mother a bit as well, and how the woman had always pleaded with serenity to be that preppy, popular, pristine image of a teenage girl. “it should be done in like ten minutes,” serenity bent down an pressed a kiss to theo’s forehead. “you want a beer? i have a few other things too. i have salad, but something tells me you’re... not a salad guy,” she quipped with a laugh. @theoriggs