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Distant Thunder

Chapter one: A little time alone

The rain wasn't coming down too hard by the time he reached his apartment building. Reaching for his keys his thoughts turned to his car and if he left the windows open, shaking his head as he walked through the hallways to the stairs, he knew he was over worrying. Then his mind settled on caring about how his new would fair compared to his others, being 23 and an already established author, even of kids books, was stressful when his mind would stop being hazy enough to allow him to care.

His brilliant blue eyes focused on his door as he turned the knob, sighing in annoyance that his roommate left is unlocked yet again. He had just walked in when a pillow was thrown at him.

"Timmy Turner, you do suck at being quiet." Valentine said groggily as he got up from the couch and shuffled to the kitchen for some sustenance. Timmy decided to go sit on the couch, his very disheveled looking friend followed suit. Two 20-somethings, one with short cut brown hair covered with a pink hat after so long, the other with long black hair cascading onto his shoulders, sat there listening to the rain in the background.

Timmy had gotten taller after years of being quite the small child, reaching a little over six feet and no longer having such a scrawny figure. He looked average, except for his fairly handsome face and his eyes, such glorious orbs the world has almost never quite seen, somehow finding a way to be both a light and dark blue that the viewer could feel as if the ocean could swallow them with a glance.

Valentine, on the other hand, was not as tall, barely over 5 foot. He had a strong build about him, not just because he was slightly muscular, he was just confident and prideful which someone could sense by looking at him. His face was good enough for him to get by with and his eyes were a nice hazel. Though at this moment he looked like, well shit was what crossed Timmy's mind as he gazed at the friend that he made while sharing a business class in college. Owning your own outlet franchise based on body modification would do that to someone.

Valentine knew by the swaying from Timmy he was in one of his 'spots' and decided to let his friend deal with it like normal and returned to his room, leaving Timmy to think on his life as he normally did in the later hours of the night.

It was to his condition, it was described roughly as a small offset of manic-depressive Bi-polar disorder, it started a short timed before his 15th birthday and has persisted throughout to adulthood. His mood would switch from 'green', when he would be funny and spontaneous and always be in good spirit, to 'pink', where he would take on a more serious or professional nature. But he had another one, 'gray', it was bleak and angry and tore at him on the inside when he could not figure what was missing. The events of his birthday just made it all the worse and he has been struggling to become better, it has worked for most part, but he still had moments.

Luckily this was not one of them, though he was surprised that when he regained his senses he was staring out the window and not on the couch like he was before. The rain was now pouring on the unsuspecting world of Dimmsdale. He then drifted into thinking of his life in and after high school.

He started writing these comical little stories he would draw pictures to accompany about the life of a young child and his seemingly magical adventures, when he wasn't helping his father at his warehouse or with school. At first it just got him teased, but as he would focus on it more, it garnered a vast amount of attention, it helped him score a college scholarship which he took full advantage of, majoring in Creative Literature and minoring in business. It was in the middle of it all he met Valentine, they took to each other as fast friends, Valentine also helped him be brave enough to submit a story to a local publisher.

Though he would still help his father, who saved enough with Timmy's mother to start a construction supply and contracting company, Additional Pylons Emporium, he laughed as he envisioned his father saying the stupid and possibly copyright infringing slogan "Not enough minerals? Not a problem."

His own success was another surprise, the publisher got him to get a deal to write at least one book a year, while also working with some magazines and newspapers to earn some spending money, which he hadn't needed due to the royalty checks he received every other month.

Though his life was going very well, he had a great apartment, loving parents, no need to work a back breaking schedule at a job he hated and people he generally enjoyed. He was feeling down thinking of the two things he was missing, one he knew exactly what it was, but the other, the part of him he could not name but was still torn from him, they gnawed at his heart daily and he didn't seem to be getting any happier, much to the vexation of those around him.

His daydreaming was interrupted by the flashing of lightning and the distant boom of thunder. He then realized there was a soft knocking on his door, he rushed over to make sure that it would not gain in volume so as no to wake up Valentine. He grabbed the handle and turned, curious as to who was arriving so late and in the middle of such a storm. He stopped when what he saw shocked him to no end.

There in front of him stood a vision of his past he never expected again, her frame just a bit more full than it used to be, but it made her beauty undeniable in his mind. She was now the shorter of the two, standing then at shoulder height to him, soaking in a very thin hoodie and skirt, her black leggings looking to be the only thing not too small for the torrential water streaming from the sky outside. Her face was one of embarrassment and sadness and another emotion... fear maybe? Her pink eyes gazing up at him as he took in seeing her, the fiery red of her hair only slightly subdued from its wetness.

He could not believe that here she was, after 8 years, here SHE was, his heart started hurting at the thoughts running through him as the haze of memories came flooding back to him, he knew it would be painful to remember the last time, but his condition made his memories burn so vividly at times he could not hide from them. He started drifting back to thoughts of his 15th birthday, not wanting to go back but felt incapable at his mind seized control and he lost himself...