GABRIELLA:

My brother deserves an award: best brother of the year. 

His best friend, Kiley, deserves an award: best heartbreaker of the year.

It's my welcome party. I am back home, blubbering on the phone to my brother on the way. The Uber driver is calm until I start to wail like a big baby. I am sure he is wondering when it all went wild. 

When I walk into the house, everywhere is dead silent. It is worse than before I left. I blink as if I can hear with my eyes. 

Then, it all busts. Noise enters in. People pop out from behind chairs and my phone falls on the floor, it doesn't break, much to my relief.

"Welcome home, princess," my brother says, coming to kiss my hair and ruffle it silly. 

"Oh my God, you really outdid yourself."

He smiles at me. "Anything for my baby sister. Anything."

I rush up the stairs, passing so many people I don't recognize. As usual, no matter how sweet my brother is acting, this is just another excuse for him to throw a party. I thought he'd outgrown that lifestyle, working in Mom and Dad's company, but it seems he had more freedom to do what he wants. 

Who am I to complain?

He invited so many people, I don't have time to speak to all of them on my way up the stairs. I change as fast I can to get into a dress fit for a queen. 

When I get back downstairs, it is like a slap on my face to see Kiley there. Has he come to continue to lecture me about how things work? Has he come to pine about my love for him and I stupid I behaved in his office? 

I was silent a few hours ago. I was taking it all in, revelling in my comfort sneakers.

But, now, now I'm in this sexy short dress and I'm ready to do anything.

When he comes into view, someone else does: one bitch from high school. Kelly. I remember her. I have this really bad case of remembering the wrong kind of people. She's all tall and curvy and I bet those huge boobs are fake. She'd been absolutely flat back then.

Everything had been going well. Forget the event with him. That was just one event.

Forget it.

Everything had been going well these past few minutes.

Then, he had to show up linking arms and shining teeth with Kelly, that stupid senior I'll never forget for ruining my dress on prom night, and then, both of them ruin my day, as he has done one too many times.

Way to go.

A storm, indeed.

The storm is coming to me, I am not it.

I head towards their direction and smile. Fake. Fake.

Then, as I approach them, I do the best thing I can do. Tears are already flowing down my cheeks. I turn and run off, grabbing my brother's keys and heading off to Lord knows where.

Hours later, Kiley, the motherfucker calls.

Now, furthermore, as I should add, he's on the phone asking me to go on a date with him. I want to ask him what it's for. I want to be able to look into his eyes and tell him no. But, since, I am helplessly in and over my head for him, I say yes. 

And, boom, this wavy ride starts.

I'm going on a freaking date with Kiley.

I'm going on a freaking date with Kiley. 

I'm going on a freaking date with Kiley.

That's all that fils up my head even as my car breaks down. That's all that I can think of because I am a stupid blonde, I guess. 

Silly.

A stormy blonde.

A stormy blonde who is also madly in love.