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A/N: based on this photo ^
Jaz POV:
And that's why you'll always be the love of my life Nathan.
Oh Sarah....I don't know what'd I do without you...
I'm on the edge of my seat, anticipating the kiss. I sat here all day and rewatched the ENTIRE series. Today was the season finale, and I was ready for it. Believe me when I say I wasn't going to miss this for anything.
Sarah takes a step closer to Nathan, placing a hand on his cheek. Nathan slowly leans in closer to kiss Sarah, any second their lips will meet.
WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM FOR A SEVERE WEATHER UPDATE.
"FOR WHAT IT'S FLORIDA THE WEATHER IS ALWAYS TRYING TO KILL US!!" I shoot up from my couch, spilling the chips that were on my lap. I roll my eyes and stare out my window. I thought it smelled like rainfall this morning, but I didn't know it was going to be this bad. Usually it storms really hard for maybe ten minutes and then gets clear and sunny again. But it's been raining almost all day...
A SEVERE THUNDER-
I click the tv off and walk to my kitchen, highly annoyed. I was waiting all day for that season finale, and now I was going to have to wait more to actually watch it in full. The worst part of waiting to see something is avoiding the spoilers, especially when all of your friends watch it too. But seeming as it probably was a county-wide broadcast, I'm pretty sure they missed it too.
"Well...maybe it'll be back on later" I sigh, grabbing the broom from my pantry and walking over to the mess I made in the living room. Dropping the dust pan on the floor, I sweep up the chips I spilled, sighing and muttering to myself about how annoyed I am.
I suddenly get a knock on my door, making my head perk up and my eyebrows furrow. I lived in a place that was a good while from any major grocery stores or restaurants, so I don't get those often. The only knocks I get are from the mailman or the old lady who comes every once in a while to give me cookies, and I doubt either one of them are outside my door in the pouring rain.
I stare at the door, and decide that I won't open it if I don't hear another knock. A few seconds pass by and I don't hear another knock. "Must've been a branch or something" I shrug it off, and continue to sweep the chips into the dust pan.
Then the knock happens again.
This time more forceful, assuring me that it was an actual person and not my imagination. Half curious and half afraid, I set my broom to rest against the couch and tip toe over to the door. My hands land on the handle and unlock the door.
As I open it, some of the rain drips into my house, making me recoil behind the door. The man I'm looking at is extremely tall and slender. If there was a role for the liveaction slender-man, he'd play the lead. Expect he had a soft face that held an even softer expression.
