BILLY: So are we going to the Hurricane Party or not?
I'm in the middle of a storm.
Billy had come over and we were on our way to Prisms to enjoy a good old fashioned party during one of the worst weather events in the past two years.
(According to meteorologists, but who can trust them, right?)
BILLY: I have my rain slicker in my car.
ME: Great. I didn't realize I was going to a party with Donald O'Connor.
BILLY: Who?
ME: God, you're young. Let me grab my coat and we can go.
That was when my phone rang.
ME: Hello?
HANK: Were you planning on going to Prisms?
ME: Heading there now.
HANK: Don't bother. They've shut down all the streets in Providence.
ME: What? Why?
HANK: Flooding.
ME: Great.
HANK: I guess some people are already stuck there.
ME: Wah wah wah.
HANK: Tell me about it. Talk to you later.
ME: Bye.
When I walked into the living room, Billy was sucking down a root beer.
ME: You never learn, do you?
BILLY: Well you're not going to roofie me, are you?
Like I'd need to.
ME: No, of course not.
BILLY: So are we going?
ME: I guess global warming has spread up, and now downtown is flooded.
BILLY: That sucks.
ME: Yeah. Luckily, we're north of Water World, so we should be okay if you wanted to get a pizza or something.
BILLY: Sounds good.
I called in the pizza, and then went and sat down on the couch.
ME: Sooo...
BILLY: Sooo...
We looked at each other. I could hear Jeremy's voice in my head--
IMAGINARY JEREMY: Banned Banned Banned Banned!
That was the point where I should have excused myself to make sure the paint in the other room was dry.
BILLY: Davis?
ME: Yeah?
BILLY: Do you want to kiss me right now?
ME: God Yes.
BILLY: Then do it.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard thunder.
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