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"Should I even bother asking why you are literally devoured in water from head to toe?"

Patricia's eyes peeked over the rim of her book with an expression that seemed almost expantant of her roomate to come waltzing in "wet dog style".

"Sure, if you'd like, but how about after I take a warm shower and stop soaking our apartment floor."

With that, I headed for the bathroom leaving behind a trail of wet spots across the floor.

With a sigh, I stripped off my overly damp clothes, thinking back to when I'd been texting my mom and hadn't realized I was standing next to an ocean sized puddle as a semi went zooming down the busy street of Seattle, Washington.

I try, no matter how difficult, to stay positive about things. I mean, sure my two month old smart phone was currently destroyed and I had to walk six blocks from work drenched in cold water but that was no reason to fuss about things. I just had an odd knack for strange situations.

I remember once when I was sixteen I ran to my front porch annoyed with my twelve year old brother and was simply ready for peace and quiet. I sat there with my eyes closed tight wishing for silence, and bam, the brat kid from next store blasted my ears with his fog horn. Well, in a way I got the silence I'd asked for, but had to deal with a massive headache and constant ringing in my ears for a day and a half.

Sometimes strange things like that seemed to occur whenever I wished hard enough. Today, was another prime example. I had just finished a stressful shift at the gallery when my mother texted me a picture of herself and my dad standing near Haystack Rock in Cannon Beach. I began thinking to myself as I replied to the photo how I wished I could be at the beach. Feeling the ocean water against my skin and enjoying a summer day in the sand when all of a sudden I was splashed by a puddle a foot higher then my own head.

I never understood my bizarre luck, but always tried to laugh it off. I suppose some things can never be fully grasped in life, and this was just one of those things.

After a thirty minute hot shower I dropped myself onto the couch next to patricia as she watched a rerun of Friends. Her fiery red hair was all over the place as she looked toward me momentarily.

"Ready to explain the apparent rain cloud that followed you home today from work, Eden?"

Shrugging I simply stated, "Some truck ran over a puddle the size Crater Lake and nearly drowned me. No biggie."

I didn't bother explaining the whole "wishing thing". In fact I had never told anyone that. I guess I had always believed it just had to be a weird coincedence anyway. I mean, was I actually supposed to believe there was some supernatural occurance going on, in which my wishes sometimes came true in the strangest ways possible? Yeah. Right.

"What a troll. This is Seattle,, everyone knows you don't drive close to busy sidewalks to avoid soaking innocent pedestrians. Maybe he was a brunette hater."

I laughed before replying. "Yeah, that's it I'm the victim of a hate crime."

She smiled before pointing a playfully stern finger at me. "Hate crimes are no laughing matter. It could be true, by the way. Red heads get called gingers much too often which automatically makes me wish I had brown hair, so in a way I hate you for it."

I smiled before rolling my eyes without saying another word. Pat's phone vibrated in her hand as she read the message displayed before speaking.

"It's Chris. He wants to know if you're in or out for this weekend?"

With a dramatic sigh I stood from the couch and ran a hair through my long way-too-thick hair.

"Ugh, I said I wasn't interested in going camping with your boyfriend Chris and his creepy friend from Forks. I didn't even know there was a town named after a pile of utensils in Washington until he mentioned it."

She laughed with her head titled back before speaking. "Eden stop being such a city girl. It'll be fun. You said yourself you wanted some fresh air. It's only for three days, and then we'll be back home. Plus, I dom't want to be the only girl. If anything, come because I'm your best friend since you've moved to Washington from Eugene, and I got you a job at my brother's store where you're allowed to sell all you're art pieces and get 70% of the profits."

This was possibly the third or fourth time she'd used her helping me out in big ways as a hoax to get what she wanted. I did really owe her for all she'd done. Otherwise I'd still be stuck in Eugene Oregon, working for a museum a dollar over minimum wage and trying to sell my work online. I bit my lip with a smile and threw my arms up in the air in defeat.

"Fine, I'll go."

She clapped with glee and quickly texted him back." Yeah! Ok so then it's settled we leave tomorrow bright and early"

Raising a hand up before I could speak, she quickly interrupted as if she knew what I would sah next. "I already told my brother you we're going so he has someone covering you're shift tomorrow morning."

I simply nodded knowing I wouldnt be getting out of this one. With a smirk and an atempt at positivity through silly humor I spoke.

"Who knows, maybe I'll meet some tall and handsome mysterious stranger in these woods."

With that, I laughed to myself before heading off to my room to pack.

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