A/N: DON'T SKIP THIS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST READ IT PLEASE.

Okay, so, now that I have your attention, welcome to this fic.

This fic will be going back and forth between Artie and Tina's POV's, which will be clearly indicated by the little label before the text. Artie's POV will be written by me, thegirlwhoseemedbroken and Tina's POV will be written by the beautiful and talented Gabrielleeeee. Since I will be posting this on my profile each time, I will have charge of the authors notes. Gabby's author's notes will be underlined, if she has any.

Without further ado, enjoy the fic.

TINA POV:

I sat there nervously as Artie talked to his mom on the phone. Well, it was less of him talking, more of her screaming and Artie getting a word or two in every few minutes. Artie winced away from her words, staring intently at my expressions. Most of it was just muffled, angry words that I tried to block out, but I couldn't help but hearing a few things.

"I'M COMING TO GET YOU RIGHT NOW!" Her voice sounded through the speaker, then she promptly hung up.

Artie angrily tossed his phone across my bed and I let myself fall into his arms, resting my head on his bony shoulder. I breathed in deeply, taking in my favorite smell that was Artie. I can't exactly pinpoint it, but if I had to guess I would say it was a mixture of the fabric softener his mom uses on his clothes and his shampoo, his deodorant and just…him.

"I'm…so sorry" I breathed into his neck. For some reason I couldn't really think of anything else to say. All I knew was that I didn't want him to leave. I gripped him tighter as if it could stop him from leaving once his mom pulled up outside.

"It's not your fault, Tee." Artie said gently, rubbing small circles into my back and trying to calm me down. I knew I was being selfish, but I couldn't help it. He was the one who was about to face the wrath of his mother and here we were, Artie the one comforting me. I closed my eyes, wishing he didn't have to leave. On a logical level I understood why he had to leave. He'd broken a rule, and his mom was pissed. But emotionally, it felt like she was doing this to make us suffer. It felt like she was ripping Artie out of my arms just for her amusement, and was going to give him back once she thought I had suffered enough. All too soon we heard the van pull up outside, and his mom tap the horn angrily three times. Both Artie and I groaned and I unwillingly unwrapped my arms from him. I slid off his lap, and let myself sloppily fall back on the mattress, "My mom is going to be here any second." He said, his face dropping a little bit, "It was nice knowing you, Tee." He attempted to joke, sliding into his wheelchair.

"She's not going to kill you, drama queen," I mumbled, throwing the pillow over my face. We both knew how serious his mom was about his safety, and what had happened broke about...6 of her rules. Yep, I definitely wasn't going to see him before I turned twenty.

"I'll text you later if I'm not dead by then," Artie said, waving weakly and rolling out the door. I felt my eyes get watery when I heard the front door open and shut. He was gone.

It had all started two days ago. After the whole Mike thing* I stayed single for a week or something, trying to figure out if what I was planning on doing was right. Don't get me wrong, I really like Mike. He's an awesome person. But after everything that happened, and all of the thinking I did, I knew when It came down to it, Artie was the one I wanted to be there when I opened my eyes in the morning. I can easily imagine being with him five years from now. Ten, even. I don't want to think any farther ahead then that. I might be thinking a tad bit ahead though...because we weren't even officially together yet. I guess technically we're friends with benefits currently, which sounds really bad. But it's not like I'm going to say anything to him about it. Not yet, at least. If Artie wants me to be his official girlfriend he'll make it happen. I hope.

Two days ago I had somehow worked up the courage and kissed Artie. We were doing homework and talking about everything that had happened...and I just did it. It felt like the right thing to do. After an hour or two of just that his mom walked in. Me being me, I nearly fell off the bed out of surprise and embarrassment. Shockingly, she wasn't too mad, and agreed to let me stay for a couple more hours. She came back in at about one, and we blurted out any excuse we could think of to let me stay. Miraculously, she gave in on the condition that I slept in the guest room, which obviously didn't happen. Don't get me wrong, I'm not as..for lack of a better word, sex addicted as I seem. In fact, I'm still a virgin. Just simply being with Artie...cuddling and kissing. There's no rush to do anything else. That doesn't mean our kissing doesn't get kinda heavy sometimes…just…nevermind. The next day Artie and I just hung around his house, watching various movies. But if you asked me what movies we watched, I honestly couldn't tell you. His parents came home around…ten or so. I could tell Mrs. Abrams was kind of surprised I was still there, but she didn't really say anything, so I didn't ask. An hour or so later, she walked in on us, again. At least we were just cuddling. She had sat down on the corner of the bed, and took a deep breath. She then basically kicked me out…but kindly? She went on about how I should take a shower and talk to my parents and get a good night's sleep. Of course she was right, but we weren't buying it. It was like she didn't understand. We had been acting like that for the couple of days because it was like…we were part of a whole again. We had been catching up on the time we had missed. Sure, I had seen him every day since the day we broke up last year, but it was different. We'd missed each others touch. The little inside jokes. The way we both fit so perfectly on Artie's bed.

I pecked Artie on the lips, It's not like I could have done much of anything else with his mom right there, and we were off. The ride home had been pretty awkward, and I couldn't really help but be a little ticked off. When she dropped me off it felt like I was being dropped off at some prison. My parent's weren't going to be gone till the next night, which at the time meant I was going to spend the night completely alone. To quicken the story…Artie snuck over. In the middle of the night. And his mom realized in the morning, and that brings us to the current happenings.

I'd decided I wasn't going to move from my bed until Artie was allowed to hang out again. Yep. That's exactly what I was going to do. Unfortunately, my growling stomach had other ideas, so a few hours later I found myself downstairs, boiling water to make Ramen noodles.

I hated being alone. It was the fact that I didn't have anyone to talk to and it was completely silent. It felt like someone was going to pop out from the trash can or something and kill me. I'm pretty sure if someone broke into my house I would be dead meat. Nope, wouldn't put up a fight or anything. Wanna take all my mom's jewelry? Yup, go ahead. It's all yours. Steal my dad's car? Sure! Hey, as long as you don't bust my head in with a baseball bat you can have whatever you'd like.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I realized the water was boiling over the top of the pot, and quickly turned the heat down. The sound of me opening the packet seemed so loud in the deafening silence. I added the square of noodles to the water, and directed my attention towards the window. The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was a pretty mixture of pink, orange, and red. Far off, I could see…clouds? Huh. I quickly walked over to the living room, and flipped the T.V. on. I flicked through the channels until I hit the weather channel, and stopped. The hourly report was scrolling across the bottom of the page.

5 pm: Overcast

6 pm: Light showers

7 pm: Light showers, Wind warning

8 pm: Heavy showers

9 pm: Heavy showers

10 pm: Thunderstorm warning in effect until: 2 AM.

I froze, staring at the screen. Thunderstorm warning? Before I could panic I tried to convince myself it wasn't going to happen. It said a warning. It didn't say straight out there was going to be one…it was different, right?

The weatherman began talking about the weather report, and I quickly flipped a channel up which happened to be ABC family, which was playing a rerun of the latest Pretty Little Liars episode. I watched without paying much attention as my mind raced. I tried mentally slapping myself.

Come on, Tina. It's not going to storm. The weathermen were usually wrong, anyways. Those clouds didn't look that bad. It'll be a light rain at most.

I tried to calm down by curling up on the couch and watching the episode. The blonde girl was dancing with some guy, and was getting paid for it by the bitchy, unknown character who went by the name of A. I had a hard time following the rest of the episode, seeing as I hadn't been watching it since the beginning.

The timer went off in the kitchen and I jumped up and lightly jogged the short distance to the kitchen. I spooned the noodles into a dish, and poured the rest down the drain. The soup part of Ramen is gross. I sat at the table, eating the noodles at staring at my phone. I wanted so badly to just pick it up and call him, but I knew the Abrams' were probably eating dinner. Artie's phone going off and blaring the first few notes from Paper Planes by M.I.A. (I had set the ringtone for myself a couple of years ago, and he hadn't bothered to change it since.) would probably make his mom throw it out the window.

I finished most of the noodles and set the dish in the sink. Now what was I supposed to do. I checked the time, and it was only 10 pm. But since I had nothing better to do, I decided to lay down and try to sleep.

BOOM. Crack-crack. BOOOOOOM.

I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling, not that I could see it very well. It was pitch black, except for the faint street light that was shinning through the window. I looked out it…and it was raining. Super hard. I suddenly saw the sky light up with a huge lightning bolt, and a huge boom from the thunder followed a few seconds later. I jumped what felt like five feet up in the air, and landed back on the bed, my breathing steadily becoming more sharp and quick. Yep, it was definitely thunder storming.

My fear of thunderstorms started when I was really young. I was about 4 or 5, and my parents and I were sitting in the living room. They were trying to calm me down by saying the thunder was just giants hitting strikes while they were bowling, but I just looked at them like they were stupid. Suddenly, the wind picked up so bad that the tree that was near out windows broke through it, and glass and wind and rain flew everywhere. I thought it was the scariest thing…and I guess I've been terrified of thunderstorms ever since.

The thunder boomed again, seeming to fill the whole house. I quickly shifted to my hands and knees, and felt around the bed frantically for my phone. A couple of seconds later I realized it was still downstairs and mentally cursed myself. I ran down the stairs, tripping once and catching myself on the banister, and shuffled to the counter where my phone sat. I snatched it up, flipped it open, and hastily dialed the numbers I knew by heart. I could have cried when I heard Artie's sleepy voice mumble something.

"Artieeeeeee. Artie. It's thunderstorming" I squeaked as another thunderclap sent me sliding to the floor.

Mike thing*- To make things simple: Me and Artie broke up. Mike was there. Mike and I started dating. Mike started.. pressuring me to do things I didn't want to do. I refused. Mike cheated on me. With Santana. I found out. Lots of fighting. I broke up with him. I know I should still be super pissed at Mike, but I just can't. He's a good friend, but just a little too…hormonal at the moment. Him and Santana make a good match.