Disclaimer: "Welcome to Night Vale" is property of Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor.

Summary: It's stormy season in Night Vale, meaning a lot of new material for a certain teen amateur scientist to try and piece together. A friendships strengths as some secrets are revealed. Carlos thinks about some relatives back in Venezuela.

3. Storms, secrets and samples.

"Here you go" says Rochelle handing Carlos a couple of books. "I loved these ones when I was twelve, if your sis is anything like me; she is going to love them too"

"Thanks, Rochelle, she is going to be so happy!" he answers, storing the books safely in his bag.

The school has his own library that is librarian-free but it doesn't take a genius to know that most of the books are either censored or have propaganda-filled pages, which he refuses to give to his sister. Rochelle's books will have to do.

Is in this very same library that one of the most popular classes in Night Vale High School occurs, no one knows what the class is about, though. It used to be a regular class like any other, until whatever knowledge it held was ruled illegal and now it is two hours of doing actually nothing under the supervision of Mrs. Josie Ortiz, who is one of those cool teachers that lets you call her by her first name.

Rumor has it the class used to be about the Hierarchy of Angels, which doesn't exists, so it's possible that is nothing but a rumor that has somehow found it's way through the hallways of the school.

Everybody chooses something to do, while Josie sits at the desk Carlos considers is the one where a librarian from the world he used to know is supposed to sit. Nilanjana is reading a book, while Louisa and Rochelle look at some make up tutorials on YouTube. Mark and Stan are playing cards while Dave plays games on his phone. Earl sews some badges he won over the past week, it seems like he is always bringing a new badge every time he sees him. Dana is seating on a bean bag, correcting some papers with a glitter pink pen; he doesn't know what they exactly are though, just that is something Cecil wrote. The boy with the purple eyes himself is resting his head on Dana's lap, his eyelids closed, arms crossed over his chest, expression serene… is he sleeping?

Carlos busies himself with a textbook about astronomy, not that any of the constellations depicted there are going to be visible from Night Vale, despite it begin one of the books he bought in El Paso before coming to town. He hopes it will be enough to distract him from the sleeping boy across the table, though.

Dave nudges him under the table and asks if he could talk with him in private. He is taken aback, but nods and follows him outside the library as the rest smiles at them. A few pay no attention, including Earl, who is still sewing, Cecil who, judging by the way his chest raises and falls, had fallen asleep and Dana who hasn't peeled her eyes off the paper as she keeps proofreading it.

As they walk, he can notice that Dave seems cheerier than usual, not that he is usually gloomy, mind you, but still. He almost appears to have a skip in his step as they walk down the deserted hallway. He is carrying a clipboard on the crook of his elbow.

"Hey…" he calls and Carlos looks at him. "You know I consider you my friend, right?"

"I consider you my best friend, Dave" is the response he gets from Carlos, he smiles as he says it.

"Aw, really, dude?" they both stop walking abruptly and Carlos nods, making Dave place a hand over his chest. "Bro…" he says emotionally, before adding in agreement; "neat, we are best friends now" as they keep walking. "Which brings me to my question… if you had a crush on someone, you would tell me, right?"

"Uh… yeah, I would, why?"

"No reason, just checking" he brushes off the subject with a flick of his wrist as he stops in front of a door that is at the far end of the hallway. "We're here!" the blue eyed boy takes out a pair of keys and uses it to open the door with his free hand.

They're promptly assaulted by a cloud of dust that makes them cough. As Dave turns the lights on, he looks at the room in dismay. It looks like it used to be a lab of sorts, with some outdated equipment and walls that are covered with equally outdated educational posters.

"Not gonna lie" he says, "I was expecting something better". Carlos cocks an eyebrow at him, still confused, so he sighs and explains. "The school said yes to the science club, they even gave us this classroom, guess they didn't bother to do the cleaning up, though. Ugh, I'm going to open the window, let's see if we can let the dust out or something" he huffs and hands the clipboard he brought along to Carlos, before walking up to the window and trying to open it. It seems stuck.

"…do you need a hand, buddy?"

"No… just give me a sec…"

The Venezuelan boy shrugs and lets his eyes read through the papers attached to the clipboard he was handed, that are basically school paperwork that needs to be filled in for the club, before looking up again at his friend's back, who is still trying to open the window.

"Um, Dave?" all he gets is a half-hearted grunt in response. "Why does it say my name in the "Club President" um… part of the paper?" damn, that's not what he meant, what is the word he was looking for, anyways? He winces when his friend freezes, looking over his shoulder. Great, he probably didn't understand what he was trying to say. Carlos is (just like his siblings) still having a hard time adjusting to speaking purely English instead of Spanish and, so far, he is doing a pretty good job, he sometimes needs help with a few words he didn't know before, but it's mostly slang his friends use "Dave?" he tries.

"You weren't supposed to see that yet…" he answers, shaking his head, but smiling, before walking up to him. "I discussed it with Roch, and then with the rest of the guys, we all agree that you should be the president".

"But-, but-, but-…!" he stutters. He takes a deep breath, trying to put an order to his thoughts. "I'm flattered, really! But, um, I don't think I'm qualified for this…!"

"First off, flattered?" he snorts, interrupting him. "Dude, you should hate us, we basically dumped all the responsibilities on you!" Dave laughs. "Second, you're more than qualified, Carlos; you're the smartest of the group".

"I'm not" he countered. "Rochelle is better at biology than I am; Stan is very good with computers and Mark-…"

"You're also very modest" Dave added. "Dude, really, you will do great."

"What if I fuck it up?" he complains, not really caring if he is using the expression right, clutching the clipboard in his arms and looking at his sneakers. Not even he is sure of himself, how can everybody think he is fitting to do this? Well, his new friends don't know him that well, how long has he been attending this school? Two months? Two and a half? Whatever, time is weird in Night Vale, so he can't know for sure. He, however, can assure that his friends don't know him well enough if they think he can do this.

"You won't" Dave says, before taking the clipboard from Carlos' hands and a pen from his own pocket.

"How do you know?" is his muttered question as Dave writes something quickly on the paper.

"…because I won't let you" he clarifies with a smile as he hands him the clipboard once again.

And as Carlos reads…

Petition to form a school club.

Club activities:Science.

Club President: Carlos Alejandro Marron.

Club Vice-President: Dave Cruz.

…he smiles.

That very next Saturday, the group met at the school entrance with some cleaning supplies and the key of the room that is going to be their laboratory. The cleaning is going smoothly, in fact, they're almost done.

Nilanjana, who had brought up her laptop, opened it up on YouTube (with the school's WiFi) and told everybody they got a turn to pick a song, is wiping the windows. Rochelle and Mark are washing some glass beakers and test tubes in the sink. Dave and Carlos are sweeping while Louisa is putting some papers in the trash and Stan is preparing to mop the floor once his friends are done.

The current song, a soft k-pop ballad that Nilanjana picked, ends and she lets Carlos know that it's his turn to pick now. He approaches the table the laptop is sitting in and starts typing for a song he knew from his childhood and he liked a lot, he hopes his friends like it too. He clicks in the first video and one of Santana's most famous guitar riffs starts to play.

"Neat!" Dave approves as he sweeps the broom at the beat of the music.

"Dave, you should really take that broom to dinner", Stan jokes, and quickly adds "you have been dancing with it for the past hour", making everybody laugh.

"Oh, shut up!"

"Maybe you should try, Lab Rat, I don't think the broom is going to say no".

"What are you doing here, Boy Scout?" Dave practically barks, turning to the door where Earl is standing smiling smugly.

"Oh, well, my meeting ended up early, so I decided to drop by to see if you guys needed any help" he explains.

"Okay, that's actually very nice of you…" Dave concedes.

"Also, I've found these two on my way here" the redhead steps into the room and gestures for someone who was outside to do so as well.

"Hello!" Dana greets waving a hand on the air, quickly followed by Cecil, who is carrying a pink box in his arms. "We thought you guys were probably hungry, so we brought some donuts!"

Rochelle suggests that a break is in order, giving how hard had everyone been working, so they drag a couple chairs while Cecil opens the box on one of the tables. The seats aren't enough for everyone, so Louisa sits on Stan's lap and Cecil does the same in a table next to Carlos who is just leaning against it. He offers the box to him first and the Venezuelan boy could swear he sees the other boy's hands shaking a bit.

Dana had launched herself into telling everybody about the multiple-mouthed monster with tentacles that showed up on the radio station's break room after someone's bloodstone chant went wrong. She was also extremely specific as to how Cecil bravely beat it with a broom to save her and another intern and send the thing back to whatever plane of existence it came from.

"…and then Mr. Burton gave us golden stars! He does that when we do a good job."

"It was nothing…" Cecil corrects, clearly embarrassed.

"Nah, it was totally something, Ceec" Dana argues. "Too bad Jessica didn't make it, though…"

"She didn't?" Stan asks, surprised and confused.

"Yeah, she quit, said something about her credits not begin worth the trouble" the boy with the purple eyes explained. "Which, to be honest, I don't understand, the radio station is fun!"

Later that night, as a storm rages outside, Carlos draws the curtain of his window back to see the colorful lightings that zig-zag through the night sky, illuminating it like fireworks. Is this normal in Night Vale? Is the first time that it rains since he moved to the town, so he isn't sure. It's bedtime already, so he just lays in bed, earphones on and playing a soft song in Spanish.

'Mírenla, miren, miren, miren mírenla… ella está tan sola, mírenla, en sus ojos hay placer, mírenla cuando te enamora…' he hums to the song as he turns the lights off and lays back in bed.

Everybody is going crazy about the storm in the group chat, except Cecil and Dana, who are explaining that, yeah, that's how an electric storm is supposed to look and exactly how do electric storms look where you all came from?! Earl had probably gone to bed already since he is not responding to anything. The conversation drifts to another subject, so Carlos opens up his Instagram. He really should stop wasting data on browsing his social media, it's not like he posts anything anyways, but the #science hashtag of the site is actually really interesting. Also, he just saw a cute post on how to make a mini-volcano at home that he should totally try to recreate with Fabian. He would love it.

Again, an interesting photo shows up, and what do you know? It's from Cecil's Instagram. This time is a photo of the purple-eyed boy along with Dana and Earl, and, while they look good, it's almost like the seventies puked all over them. Cecil is wearing a purplish shirt with the word GLAM, in golden glitter and all caps and the shoulder falling off, and skinny leather black pants. You'd think that it will look weird along with the glittery golden eyeshadow but Cecil rocks it like it's nobody's business. Earl is wearing a tattered military green Boy Scouts of America t-shirt under a leather jacket with way too many badges attached to it and a flirty smile. And Dana is wearing a tie-dye pink long shirt that almost covers her blue jean shorts and a lot of jewelry. Cecil's arms are around his friends' shoulder, Dana is making a peace sign and Earl is doing with his hand that thing that heavy metal singers do, Carlos has no idea what that sign is called, but whatever.

"I miss going out on parties with the two of you, we should fix that once exams are over!" DanaCard

The Venezuelan boy briefly wonders if Cecil would accept going out partying with him… and he doesn't even like parties. But, to be with Cecil for any amount of time, just the two of them, sounds like the best time ever. They're always together in school, that's true, but always with their friends so it's not the same.

He looks to the window again, the raindrops hitting the glass from the outside leave different colored streaks that make everything behind them look like a surreal pop art piece, if Carlos had to describe them, he would say the raindrops look like diluted paint. He has a cousin back in Venezuela, Silvia, who studied art in Caracas and has taught him a thing or two. Silvia is older by five years and also really sweet, unlike her younger brother Diego, who is Carlos' age and kind of a jerk.

His phone lets him loudly know he has a message; it's from Dave.

Dude! Are you seeing the storm? It's so crazy! I've never seen anything like it!

Yeah, I see it, he types quickly, uncompromisingly.

He looks at the clock, it's eleven p.m., but clocks don't work in Night Vale, so who knows? The next day will be a Sunday, and he will most likely have nothing to do, except play maid for everybody else, since his siblings tend to trash everything they touch and he is the one left to clean the mess. He would just have to suck it up and… wait, maybe he could, like…, not do that? He is seventeen, he will be eighteen really soon (basically an adult), and he has real friends now, he can go out for the day or something. 'And do what?' he wonders. His eyes drift towards the colorful storm that keeps growing in intensity outside and painting his window with the color of the rainbow, he could always see the aftermath of such meteorological event and take samples to see under the microscope they have in the school lab.

He grabs his phone.

Hey, Dave?

Yes?

Do you want to hang out tomorrow?

I was about to ask you that! That would be great. We will have to hang out outside, though. My grandma saw some photos of me on Facebook and says I'm not getting enough sunlight, lol. Any ideas?

Oh, I was thinking about going to take a look around, see what the storm had left.

Neat! I've got some test tubes from a chemistry set that my mom got me for Christmas last year, want me to bring them?

Yes! Great! I will bring some paper and stuff so we can write down the results.

Sounds good to me, if it starts to rain again we can go back to my house and play some videogames I've got Call of Duty: Black OP!

He smiles as he finishes planning out his next day with Dave. However, the realization that he hadn't asked his parents for permission hits him and he bites his lips. Technically, he is old enough to decide to where and when he wants to go out, but his parents may think otherwise. So, reluctantly, he takes his earphones off and goes to the kitchen, where his father is washing the dishes (he had took upon chores and housework duties since he is the one that basically works from home) and his mother is enjoying a cup of tea after a long shift at the hospital.

"Hi, mom how was your day?" he asks, entering. Is a simple question to start conversation while he thinks on how to bring the subject up, yeah, that's good. His mother smiles sweetly and moves back the chair next to her, before patting it. He sits and he can practically feel his father's eyes watching him full of suspicion. He wants to roll his but doesn't as he talks with his mother about her day. She seems overjoyed by the fact that Night Vale residents are completely afraid of doctors, so the nurses are the ones they turn to for help.

"Finally, the recognition I deserve" she concludes, taking a triumphant sip of her warm tea. "How was your day, mi vida?"

Carlos doesn't have much to tell; just that he had been cleaning up the laboratory all day. His parents had been really proud when he told them that his friends had decided to make him the club president. He can't really tell if they are happier about the fact that he is an important part of the club or the fact that he now has friends that share his interests. It's probably the latter, though.

"…and, um, I'm going to go out with a friend… tomorrow? If that's okay", he explains quickly, it sounds more doubtful than he intended. Damn it. "I-I promise to be back for dinner!" he adds. "I will probably be gone early, though…" 'Probably? But that's exactly what I arranged with Dave! Ugh, what a mess…' he thinks while pondering if he should correct himself, but ultimately deciding against it.

"Okay, but be back for dinner" his mother agrees.

He hopes his parents will leave it at that, but, he also knows he's hoping for too much.

"This 'friend'… are they a boy or a girl?" his father asks curiously while drying the dishes with and old rag and Carlos wants to smash his forehead against the table in front of him. Of course he would ask something like that.

"A boy" he answers truthfully, "but he is just a friend, okay?" usually he would be embarrassed if either of his parents suggested he has a date or something, but, in fact, he is frustrated, he just wishes they would understand that just because he is gay it doesn't mean he finds every single guy in town attractive and that if he is hanging out with a male friend it doesn't mean he's going on a date.

Actually, there's only one guy in town he finds attractive and would like to go on a date with… But that's not the case this time.

"Are you sure?" he asks again.

"Dad, I'm serious" he complains.

"Hi, serious, I'm Dad" he finishes with a smile and Carlos wants to smash his head against the table, again. His father laughs at him and shakes his head while putting the dishes away. "Just be back for dinner, would you, Carlos?" he nods. "Good, go to sleep".

So, the next day he leaves early and goes to Mission Grove Park to meet with Dave, but he takes a moment to assess the damage of the storm. As far as he can see, everything is covered in vibrant colors, like someone has thrown giant paint buckets around. He can see a few of his neighbors starting to clean up, which means they're spraying water with buckets and hoses over the colored walls and sidewalks and the colors just… wash off. He can't wait to tell Dave about it, he waves as he sees that said boy is waiting for him by the park entrance, holding a case with a plastic set of the test tubes he promised to bring.

The park is covered in different colored puddles. How is it possible that some of the colors stayed the same? Didn't they mix when they fell to the ground? Why?

He and Dave talk a bit as Carlos gets down on one knee to fill one of the test tubes with purple colored… water? Yeah, water, because there's no way that this thing could be water but, for lack of a better term, that's what he is going to call it until he can see it under a microscope.

"Hey, hold still, I'm gonna take a pic for my Instagram" before he can react he hears the click of the phone, and turns to look at Dave, frowning. "Come on, man, you look good, don't worry. Oh! I'm going to tag everyone so they can see what they're missing", the Venezuelan boy can only roll his eyes at this.

After filling most of the test tubes, they sit in a dry spot of the park, where the sun is shining. Carlos unpacks some cookies and leaves the box between him and Dave, so the other boy can grab them too if he wants one. However, the blue eyed boy just lies back in the grass, with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed. He grabs a cookie and bites into it. The silence between them is comfortable, which is nice.

He can hear some laughter in the distance and just assumes there are some kids playing around in the puddles or something.

"Hey, dude", Dave calls and he turns to look at him, "don't look now, but your boyfriend is playing in the mud over there", he points with his chin in the direction from which the laughter he had thought was of children comes from.

"What…?"

He turns his head and there you have him. Cecil Gershwin Palmer is laughing and splashing around a few meters away from them. He is, of course, not alone, since he can see Earl and Dana with him, laughing as well. The Boy Scout is not jumping into the colored water, though, and is keeping his distance. He wonders why, but Cecil is the one that grabs his attention and stands out the most to him, but that could be because of the sparkly pink rain boots or the pastel blue raincoat with turquoise sleeves and pink pockets that goes down to his knees.

"You're staring too much" his friend informs him, he has flipped over so he's lying on his stomach and has put the cookie box in front of him. "Anyone would think you've a crush on him".

"What if I do?" he jumps defensively, before realizing what he has just said, Dave freezes while biting a cookie and stares at him, eyes open in surprise. "Ohmygod! No, no! I mean, yes, but…!" his friend starts to laugh, nearly choking in the cookie.

"I knew it!" he declares, before patting Carlos in the shoulder. "Why don't you stop acting like a creep and go say hi to your boyfriend?"

"He is not my boyfriend" he argues, clearly annoyed as he stands up, patting the front of his clothes to make sure there are no cookie crumbs on them and he looks presentable.

"Not with that attitude, mister" Dave agrees, scolding him, still munching on the cookie, but he just dismisses him with a flick of his wrist as he starts walking towards Cecil, Earl and Dana. What is he even supposed to say? Just hi?

As he gets closer, he also grows anxious, because he can't find the words. And he is so close now…

Something wet and cold strikes him right in the face, making him fall backwards. He clutches the side of his face, trying to wipe it away with his sleeve.

"Hey, are you-?" someone asks, approaching him. "Wait…, Carlos?! Oh, dear, I'm so sorry! Oh, my god, what a mess…" he recognizes the voice: it's Cecil; now muttering franticly as he kneels in front of him. "Did I hurt you? I was trying to hit Earl! I'm so so-!" is the explanation he tries to give, with his hands reaching out but not yet touching him, until he is cut off by a splash of blue water to the face, the color drips onto his cheek and jaw and even a bit of his white hair sports a soft blue hue now.

"Guess we are even, Palmer…" it's the only response he can manage to let out as he shakes his hand to get rid of the water and then uses the side of his flannel shirt as a towel to dry it. Good luck he fell next to the blue puddle, not into it. That would have been embarrassing.

Cecil is silent for a few seconds, making Carlos fear he went too far with his joke, but as the purple eyed boy starts to laugh, he does too and relaxes a bit. Dana, who is standing a couple of feet behind them, smiles as the other boy helps him to stand up. He frowns, when he notices that Cecil's hand is a bit cold, and he speculates it may be due to either the weather or the fact that he was playing with the colored water, yeah, must be the second, since he can see now that there are some colored spots on the fabric of Cecil's raincoat. He grabs both his hands in his.

"Your hands are cold…"

"Well, yours are warm…" is the uttered response he gets from a bashful and blushing Cecil.

"So, what are you doing here, Carlos?" Dana asks, smiling. She has an orange splash on the side of her face.

"Oh! Well, Dave and I were gathering some samples of the rainwater that accumulated here at the park! We were just taking a break when I saw you guys and I wanted to say hi! Didn't mean to get splashed, though…" he finishes with a smile, looking at Cecil, his tone teasing. However, he quickly realizes he's still holding the other boy's hands and lets go of them. "So-Sorry…" he adds sheepishly.

"No, i-it's okay, really! My hands are warmer now, t-thanks!"

"Umm… I've some cookies back there, you guys would like some?" he offers.

"Yeah! I could totally use a snack right now!" is Dana's enthusiastic response.

The three of them go back to the spot Carlos was before. Earl is already there, sitting next to Dave and eating a cookie, unlike Dana's and Cecil's clothes, Earl's uniform is immaculate, without a single colored spot in it. Makes sense he was keeping his distance, if he was wearing his uniform.

"You, grouch!" Dana accuses, pointing an accusatory finger at the redhead. "You ran away!"

"Well, I can't get my uniform stained, can I?" he retorts, rolling his eyes.

Meanwhile, Carlos and Cecil sit next to each other in the grass, the purple eyed boy smiles shyly and the Venezuelan boy smiles back as he offers him the cookie box, from which he accepts one.

"Why on Earth were you wearing your uniform if you knew you were going to play in the puddles, Freckles?" Dave asks, clearly confused.

"I didn't know! Cecil and Dana just said we were just 'going to the park' and that's it! Also, the Night Vale Boy Scouts tend to hold the surprise inspections on Sundays, so I'm not risking it!" it's the redhead's defense, before eating what's left of his cookie and changing the subject. "Man, these are good, where did you buy them?"

After a bit, Dana's phone rings and she huffs. It's her older brother, who is going to pick her up from the park and take her home, because she promised to be home early or something. Earl tells her to message him when she gets home and Cecil nods in agreement.

"You guys baby her too much" Dave criticizes, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah, they do" she agrees, smiling sweetly.

"We do" Cecil also agrees. "But only because she is younger".

"Hold up, hold up, what?" the blue eyed boy exclaims, frowning in confusion. "Dana, how old are you?"

"How old do you think I am, Dave?" she teases.

"Seventeen…?" he ventures.

"Actually, I'm sixteen; I skipped a year in school. I won't be seventeen until next spring…, but you're really sweet, though, everybody always says that I look younger than I actually am, can I hug you?" she asks, but does so without waiting for an answer. She pecks him in the cheek as she stands up. "Well, better get going, my brother will be by the entrance any minute now". She kisses both Cecil and Earl in the cheek as a goodbye and skips away, splashing a bit as she walks through the puddles on her electric blue rain boots, the four remaining boys chat a bit as they finish the cookies, after they watch her leave.

The clouds from the night before had returned, covering the sky and letting the sun fall behind them. Some minutes past, and as the boys laugh, not caring about the weather's change as they heard a voice and approaching steps.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

"Rochelle! What are you doing here?" Carlos asks, surprised, but not unpleased, to see her.

"And what's with that tone of voice? Jesus, I thought my mom was calling me for a second there…" Dave confesses, with a hand on his chest but looking clearly relieved.

Rochelle frowns, before lifting her cellphone for them to see the screen, displaying one of Dave's Instagram stories, the one with a picture of Carlos filling the test tubes.

"I decided to came to help around a bit", she explains, fighting back a smile, "we all did" she then gestures towards Mark, Stan, Nilanjana and Louisa, who are a couple feet behind her, approaching slowly towards them. Carlos can't help but to think that the way they're smiling is a little bit creepy. "I, however, wasn't expecting to find you guys on a double date…"

Carlos face heats up as his eyes open in surprise, he tries to stammer a response but all he manages to get out is the beginning of a sentence over and over, making him sound like a broken record. He sees Cecil blushing hard out of the corner of his eye, while Earl and Dave let out things like 'dude, what' and 'babe, this is not what it looks like!' respectively.

A loud thunder in the distance makes everybody fall silent and look up at the sky. The clouds are darker now; it will start raining again any minute now.

"How much?" Cecil asks the redhead next to him.

"Ten…, no, fifteen minutes top. I don't think we can make it to my house, though…" it's his answer.

"Um, my house, then?" the purple eyed boy offers and Earl nods.

"My car it's outside the park" Stan offers in turn.

The group makes their way towards the park gates, there's two vehicles parked at the entrance: a white Toyota SUV with a black roof and a red Harley Davidson that looks like one of those eighties models you see in movies, but this one is new and shiny, without a hint of dust or mud, which is weird for the desert. Cecil and Earl say their goodbyes and get on the motorcycle, before speeding off. Carlos can't help but worry when he notices they weren't wearing helmets, but there's nothing he can do about it, so he just gets on his friend's car.

The closest house is Mark's, so that's where they decide to go, hoping to outrun the rain. The ride is a little uncomfortable, giving that they're five people in a seat for four, but they manage to make it work. Louisa is in the passenger seat, Stan is, obviously, driving while Carlos is squished between Dave and one of the windows of the backseat, it could be worse though.

He texts his dad, letting him know he would be at a friend's house until the rain passes, then he would be back home. He sighs and stares out the window, it won't be a long ride…

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