Joyce's voice echoed through the hallway, "Has anyone seen my keys? Jonathan?" The chaos was as predictable as the sunrise, yet somehow it never failed to make you smile. The smell of coffee wafted from the kitchen, marking the beginning of a new day. Will's furious scribbling on the kitchen table grew more intense as he tried to capture something only he could see.

You took a focused bite of your toast, the butter just the right amount of melted, as you tried to make out the shapes and lines that danced across the bad quality printer paper. Will's imagination was something else. A dragon? A spaceship? It was always a surprise. You chewed thoughtfully, giving him a thumbs up of approval. He looked up briefly, a grin flashing before he went back to his work.

As you two savored the quiet before the storm, or rather, the eye of the storm, you couldn't help but overhear Jonathan downplaying his talent, as always, in response to his mom finding his new photos and complimenting them wholeheartedly.

You felt a surge of pride. Once things went quiet you sneaked your way into his room. He sat on the edge of his twin bed, legs crossed, eyes half closed. His hair was messy from his tossing and turning throughout the night, but then again it wasn't much different throughout the day, he smiled at you sheepishly.

"You're still here, peach?" he chuckled, his nonchalance betrayed happiness that you'd decided to spend the night. "I'll give you a ride, just- just give me a sec"