This was the first time I was ever experiencing a hurricane.
The wind was blowing rapidly outside, whipping my hair out of my neck, and the rain was coming down hard.
I looked up at the sky, knowing for sure that this hurricane wasn't going to end soon.
There was already a pond of water on Travis' lawn, ruining the bright, lucid green grass.
"Are you coming inside or are you just going to get rained on?!" Travis called, already at his top steps.
His hood was over his head, covering his hair from getting dampened in the rain.
I was staring up at Travis' house, still awestruck at how big it was.
When Travis called my name out, I snapped out of trance, running up towards the door that Travis had already opened.
Not wanting to get my muddy shoes all over Travis' carpet, I kicked off my shoes by the sides.
My entire sweater was soaking wet from the down pour outside, making me shiver from the coldness.
But, my shivering was ignored once my jaw dropped at the sight of Travis' house.
Everything looked so expensive and polished.
"Damn, I didn't think you were serious when you said your parents were freaking loaded." I muttered under my breath, a strand of wet hair falling in my face.
I heard Travis snort, as I followed him up the grand, spiral staircase.
I bit my lip insecurely, wondering if I was making the place dirtier by just stepping in it.
Travis' house was totally out of my league.
"Do you need a spare change of clothes?" Travis asked, once we stopped by his room.
He was already rummaging through his dressers, fishing out a loose t-shirt and some sweatpants.
I was too busy staring at his room to notice that he had tossed the clothes at me.
The room looked brand new- as if no one had ever slept in it.
The sheets were smooth and neatly made, which made me curious.
Knowing Travis, he would never do his own bed.
"I don't sleep at home a lot." Travis explained, noticing the frown I had on my face. "I usually crash at a friend's place when my parents are home."
I nodded slowly. "They aren't home now?"
Travis shook his head, running a hand through his dampened hair. "No."
I bit on my lower lips, as I reached down to pick up the clothes that Travis got for me.
I ordered him to get out, as Travis gave me a smirk before closing his bedroom door behind him.
I held a smile on my face, as I stripped out of my wet clothes, tossing them to the side.
The t-shirt Travis gave me was a bit too big on me, reaching just a few inches above my mid-thigh.
Before I got to put my sweatpants on, though, my phone rang from my soaked jeans.
I groaned, reaching over to take out my phone.
"Mom?" I muttered, pressing the phone to my ears.
"Honey, where are you?" she asked with panic. "The house has no electricity, and you haven't called me since you got out of school! Are you safe?"
I let out a low laugh, shaking my head. "I'm fine mom, at a friend's house."
"Who, Scarlet?" my mother question.
I bit my lower lip hesitantly. "Yes, Scarlet." I lied right through my teeth.
"That's good." my mother muttered on the other line. "Stay over at her place until the storm clears up, okay? I don't want you walking out in the streets in this weather."
"I got it, mom." I smiled. "Love you."
"Love you too." my mother said, before the two of us hung up.
Before I could even get my sweatpants on, Travis' bedroom door swung open.