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The Storm

Beverly's POV

I paused slightly, looking up at the clock. Any time now… I sighed, before putting down my remote. The opening screen for 'Fruits Basket' was playing and- for me at least- annoying as hell. I glared at it, running a hand through my hair. The purple dye in my hair was fading and revealing the sandy blonde underneath.

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" I sighed, before hopping over the back of the coach and over to the door.

"Bevy~~ Open the door~~!" I growled at the door, before swinging it open. She laughed lightly at my disturbing face and walked in around me.

"…You called me…" I sighed, "Something horrible."

"EEE! YOU ALREADY HAVE IT LOADED UP!" She ran to the coach before plunking down on it tossing a huge suitcase on the floor next to her feet. I followed after her unwillingly, still muttering about her calling me 'Bevy'. My God do I hate that nickname.

"Moving in, huh?" I asked, eying the suitcase.

"Shut it! It's not my fault I need to bring my pillow and my blanket."

"Yes it is."

"BITE ME!"

"What's going on girls?" Shouted my mom as she walked out of her room, tying her brunette hair into a pony tail. We flung our arms around the others shoulders and smiled happily up at her, getting a slightly weirded out expression from my mom.

"Watching Fruits Basket; you know… Reminiscing with our first shoujo anime. That kinda shit." I replied in a bored manner, as Maranda- My oh-so-perky red-haired friend- nodded with a huge grin. We slowly stopped hugging each other as well.

Mom nodded distractedly, before raising a finger, "Is that the one with Lunch Box?"

"…" Mandi stared at her wide-eyed. "…Who?"

"She means Kurogane." I muttered to her, before looking at my mom, "No, that's Tsubasa. Anyway, where are you going?"

"Out. There's karaoke at the bar tonight and I need to practice for that contest coming up." She explained, sitting down at the recliner and pulling on her shoes.

"Okay." I shrugged, but Mandi looked at her.

"Be careful, it's raining like crazy out there, Stella." She sighed, "My hair's soaked…"

"Noticed." I added in like the wise-ass I was.

"Shut it." She fired back quickly. Mom ignored us and got up, throwing on her jacket.

"I'll be fine. Just remember to set up some candles if the power goes out, then. Kay, girls?"

"Got it." We chimed together, starting up the fifth episode.

Almost five minutes in, I already started talking, interrupting Tohru and the others in the Sohma household.

"The animation quality is horrible."

"Yuki's still sexy." I stared at her, bemused.

"…You still like… Silver-Emo-Sparkle-Ass-Rat-boy?"

She smirked. "Ooh, yes." I rolled my eyes.

"What would your boyfriend think…?" I murmured, chuckling as I ran a hand through my long bangs.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him~~!" We both burst out laughing at that.

We grew silent and started watching again, and when the next episode started up again, it was Mandi who sighed.

"This opening is so annoying…"

I choked on my spit. "I was thinking the same thing earlier…" I explained through my coughing and giggles.

She laughed as well, "Nice, Beverly."

"You got that right, Home Skillet!" I grinned wryly, and she laughed harder.

"D-D-Don't start that… N-Now..!" I started laughing with her and fell silent after a few minutes, sighing while still giggling every now and again.

"God, I forgot how much fun it is to come over to each other's house." Maranda muttered.

"Know the feeling…" I replied, resting my head on the back of the coach and looking up at the ceiling.

"Hey, Bev-" Suddenly, we both froze as everything shut off, the living room growing dark and deathly quiet, not including the constant patter of rain on the windows and walls and the occasional thunder.

"OMIGOSH!" Mandi screeched, clinging to my arm. I sighed, before prying her hands off of me.

"I'll go get some tea lights…" I muttered, kicking the wooden coffee table out of my way and wandering over to the book stand, which I remembered had a package of the miniature white candles on the bottom shelf.

I glanced over my shoulder, checking to see if Mandi was okay. She was- And was currently walking timidly to the large front window and pulling back the tan curtains, showing the ferocity of the storm and inky blackness of the night.

Quickly, I turned back to the packet of tea lights, taking out five and walking around the wide main room and placing them on tables, lighting them with my ever-present lighter I kept in my back pocket.

Hey, being a pyromaniac can be pretty helpful sometimes.

After the large living room was pretty much lightened enough to navigate, Mandi turned around from her seat by the window to look at me.

She brushed a lock of curly blondish auburn hair behind her ear, smiling at me widely. "The moon is so pretty!"

I deadpanned at her. Of course… She doesn't even notice the storm… Why would she? The moon is FAR more interesting… ugh…

I shook my head and walked over to her, brushing the curtain farther back, staring up at the sky as I bent down at my hips.

"Wow." I murmured. Mandi nodded.

"Haven't seen one like this since last summer, eh?" I didn't reply, and brought the sleeve of my red and grey striped sweater up to my nose; the mixed smell of my own perfume and my mom's cigarette smoke calmed me down.

We stayed like that for quite a while, staring up at the sky, when suddenly, a cloud seemed to move unnoticed, uncovering the so-called moon Mandi had mentioned earlier.

My eyes widened, as I whistled lowly.

"Told you it was pretty." Mandi murmured, as the light from the moon washed into the room from the parted curtains. As quickly as it had shown itself, it was covered again, and we blinked as we got used to the flickering dimness again.

I sighed, before straightening and letting the curtains fall back, trying to get the kink out of my back that had formed from me bending over.

Mandi let her curtain she was holding back fall into place as well, and looked up at me, "I think I'm lucky I'm staying the night."

"Hah, why?" I asked, amused.

"Because I would so not go out in that shit now."

I snorted at her expression. "Got that right."

"Huh? Are the light's coming back on?" Mandi suddenly asked, and I looked down at her, before flicking the curtain open slightly.

"No. Why?"

"You're TV is on…"

I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "Excuse me?"

She used the ledge of the window and my shoulder to push herself up, and twisted my face to look at the far corner of the room, where our TV sat. My eyes widened.

"Holy crap." I whispered.

"I thought it was abnormal…" She added in. I glanced at her, before taking her hand off of my chin and walked over to it, investigating. She walked up behind me, and picked up the remote, clicking the on/off button. The screen flickered, and the scene that had been playing on Fruits Basket appeared on the screen. It was a sky view of Shigure's home. Mandi blinked, before pushing the button again.

Nothing happened.

"Ooo-kay…" She said, wide-eyed.

I narrowed my eyes, before muttering to myself, "Oh ya, not freaky at all…" Before trying to turn off the TV with the button on it.

The screen didn't even flicker.

"Okay, that's it!" I snapped, getting frustrated and scared at the same time. I reached behind the TV stand, and pulled the cord from the wall.

I slowly came back from behind it and glanced at the screen, and my jaw dropped. Mandi looked at me with a frightened look.

"Well, pull it out already!"

I slowly showed her the pulled out cord in my hand, not taking my surprised gaze from the screen.

"Oh crap." She stated.

I sucked in a deep breath, before standing up from my knees.

"Okay. I'm calling mom." I whispered breathlessly, and whipped around, only to stumble over the stupidest creature I had ever fallen for- My cat, Doodle-Da, and stumbled backwards.

I grabbed Maranda's forearm, trying to stop my fall, but she only fell with me. I clenched my teeth, embracing myself for when I'd fall onto the TV screen, but it never came.

My skin crawled, and I tightened my grasp on Mandi's arm as she screamed- but nothing could stop our decent into the blinding light below us.