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Denver had been waiting in her car outside her apartment for 17 minutes when the rain finally slowed. She sat with her apartment key in hand, purse on her shoulder, and her gym bag tucked onto her lap. She eyed the parking lot cautiously waiting for the rain to start again. She decided that if she ran as fast as she could, she could make it to her front door in less than a minute -- more than enough time to avoid getting soaked. With a deep breath she wretched the car door open, hopped out, slammed the door shut and hit the remote lock. She smiled to herself thinking that for the first time ever she'd be able to make it to her apartment without getting soaked.
She jogged to her front door happy that she wouldn't have to straighten her curly hair again when she realized she no longer had her keys in her hand. She dropped her bags and groaned as she watched the sky darken. She ran into the parking lot scanning for her keys and as soon as her slender fingers touched the metal ring, the sky opened up and unleashed its torrent of rain. In a matter of seconds she was soaked.
By the time Denver got to her door, her t-shirt was soaked through, her hair was plastered to her face in curly ringlets, her sneakers were squeaking and her jeans were uncomfortably tight. As she slipped the key into her front door, she laughed out loud as she realized she always gets caught in a storm. No matter what she tries to do, she always manages to get soaked. She picked up her bags and pushed her front door open and stepped into the hallway of her warm apartment. She dropped her bags and realized that the TV was on, and she hadn't left it that way. If she could guess, as she walked down the hall, she would say that there would be empty beer cans and an empty pizza box on the coffee table.
She rounded the corner and that's exactly what she saw. Her older brother Mikey was feigning asleep on her couch with the TV on blast and his hand down his pants. She sniffed the air and realized that somewhere near, her brother had left his smelly hockey gear to air out.
"Get up." Her brother didn't move. "Mikey! Get the fuck off my couch!"
"What time is it?" he said pretending like he was still half asleep.
"I am not in the mood, Mikey. Clean this shit up. " She smacked his feet off the couch and marched to her bedroom to change out of her wet clothes. Denver looked down and realized she was starting to make puddles on the floor. She slammed the door to her bedroom shut, stripped out of her clothes and changed into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She could hear her brother clinking cans together in the living room as he cleaned up the mess he made.
Her brother was three years older than her and her exact opposite. The only thing the two had in common was their love of sports. Mike was 6'6 tall with a rock hard body, straight dark brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. Denver was 5'6 with curly jet-black hair and green eyes. She was in her second year of grad school and was having a tough time staying motivated. Mikey on the other hand had gotten his Masters in engineering two years ahead of schedule, which their parents loved to brag about.
Denver was never any good at school and only kept it up so she could postpone the realities of getting older and settling into a career. Denver struggled with every subject she ever had, with the exception of English, but her brother on the other hand could pass a test without opening a textbook. He was a model student and even better son and Denver resented the fact that no matter what she did, she couldn't get him to leave her alone. He was always checking up on her, or waiting at her apartment. It was like he thought she couldn't exist by herself, and she needed constant supervision, and it was driving her insane.
She gathered her hair up in a bun and walked out of her room padding into the living room barefoot.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as she continued to the kitchen. She would bet that there wasn't and beer left in the fridge.
"I got off from hockey practice early and decided to stop by. I saw you weren't here so I decided to wait for you." Mike was a forward in the town league.
"I'm almost tempted to ask for my key back," she grumbled into the fridge after realizing there was no beer.
"Why, its not like you bring anyone back here. "
