"Pretty and sweet, maybe, but I'm pretty sure you could break open the heavens and make it thunder if you wanted."
Kalani Hilliker /or other/ had a personality only describable by comparing it to clouds. One minute, pretty and fluffy and perfect to look at; the next grey and glowering and pouring down. And one certain boy is determined to learn the science behind Kalani.
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FanfictionBecause I have too many ideas and not enough time.
