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"thunderstorm."
"woah monse it's just me!" you say, trying to get her to put down the bat.
-flashback-
the weatherman was actually right for once. there was a thunderstorm. "great," you thought. now I'm caught in it. wait, monse's house is only two blocks away! once you reached her house, you knew that she kept a spare key underneath her doormat. she wouldn't mind, right?-
she immediately drops the bat. "y/n! don't scare me like that!" the teen responded, rolling her eyes. "sorry!" "how'd you even get in?!" "uhh-" you reply, holding up her spare key. "classic y/n." monse mused to herself. "...figures." she eventually says, breaking the silence between you two.
you hand over the key.
"...you wanna stay the night?" "yeah. i wouldn't wanna get fried alive!!" you joke. "come on then," she chuckles, grabbing your hand. "i'll make you some hot cocoa."
