Cloudy With The Chance Of Meatballs {Flint x OC}

Prologue

~TWILIGHT P.O.V

I was doing my new artwork in my room when Sam came barging in, "Twilight!" she yelled, I screamed out in fright and fell out of my chair, "Sam? What the heck did you do that for?" I asked her confused as I picked up my pencil and stood up.

"Sorry. I'm just a bit excited," she said, it also looked like she was trying not to jump up and down, "What is it?" I asked as I set my pencil down at my desk, "Well. You do know that I'm an intern at Weather News Network," she started saying, I nodded, "Yeah. Of course, I do," I told her.

"Well. They asked me to do a weather report at a place called Swallow Falls," she said excitedly, my jaw dropped, "Really?!" I asked as a smile grew onto my face, "Yes. They want us to leave tomorrow morning," she said as she jumped up and down a little.

I walked over and hugged her and she hugged back, "I'm so happy for you," I told her, and then I realized something, "What. What do you mean by 'we'?" I asked her curiously, "Well, a guy named Manny is coming with me... And... I was wondering..." she trailed off.

Another smile had my way onto my face, "Really. Of course, I'll come with you!" I told her and her smile grew even bigger, "Great. Manny and I will pick you up tomorrow at 6 am, see you," Sam said and she walked out of my apartment.

I closed the door behind her and turned around, I pulled out my suitcase and put everything I need in it, a few new pairs of clothes, my computer, my art supplies, my glasses just in case, and my spare hairbrush, I'll put my toothbrush and toothpaste in tomorrow after everything was packed.

I got ready for bed and got into my bed, I smiled to myself and closed my eyes.

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"Can you believe it, Manny? Twilight? Temporary professional meteorologist. Whoo!"

After Sam and Manny picked me up, Sam was driving us to the ferry, but her excited self was having trouble stay straight on the road.

Soon, after about two hours, we were about half an hour away from the island, and Sam was getting even more excited, "Okay, Manny. Twilight, how about this? 'Welcome, America. Sam Sparks here. Hello, America. Sam Sparks here. America, hi. I didn't see you there. It's me, Sam Sparks,"

I rolled my eyes from the back seat and pushed my glasses up and continued to draw, "On our way. Across the ocean," I mumbled as I finished my sketch of the ocean.