You'd been in Nebraska, visiting your cousin, Liz, for about 3 months now. You didn't go in expecting much, obviously. How was Nebraska meant to be entertaining? No beach, no big malls, what were you supposed to do? You'd assumed you'd be bored the entire time.

That was, until you met Wes.

Wesley Bennett. Liz's next door neighbour. Correction, Liz's hot next door neighbour. You'd met him in passing one day, and boy did he get to you. Wes was fun, witty, kind, and ridiculously handsome.

You'd hit it off instantly - with Liz squealing behind you every time you talked to him, naturally. You two had been together for around a month now, and it was incredible. He was incredible. And he thought the same of you.

Today, storm clouds rolled over Fremont, Omaha - rendering pretty much every activity useless. Well, almost every activity.

You found yourself in Liz's living room, plopped on her sofa. She was beside you, chuckling as she watched the TV. Wes was standing behind the sofa, pulling up Just Dance with a mischievous grin, while his 7 year old sister, Sarah, bounds around the living room excitedly.

The rain had no sign of stopping, and neither did Sarah. It was going to be a long day.