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</div><br/><br/>Dean hated suffering through long travels like this, especially in his aging car. He despised being confined to sit in one spot with only his travel-worthy easel and bag of paint tools in the back seat to keep him company. He clicked the toe of his dark brown shoe with the heel of the other once, then twice, then made them still again. Heat from his slender, slightly muscular body was trapped by the expensively designed sweater and the white undershirt that hugged him tightly, something he was thankful contrasted to the freezing cold of the rain(silly weather report said sunny skies anyway) . There were other rainy times that the tips of his ears stung and once or twice where he thought she could see her own breath in the car--thankfully this was not one of those times. Adjusting his V-neck, he turned on the heat in the car, even though It was July and sure-- it rained often, he supposed, but he never thought that this state actually received cold weather.<br/><br/>He stopped at a red light, waited. He sighed, brown orbs glancing ahead of the steering wheel to see the rain again. The droplets danced their way down the windows in sheets, slithering past his nose like hundreds of miniature rivers. Beyond the window he could see concrete streets and sidewalks swamped by rain that plummeted from the heavens above, creating river channels that fell into the drainage. He wished he could be out there somehow, listening to the calming audio of rain hitting concrete or water sloshing its way down, down, down into the drainage like back at his old home. Or to at least feel some of the icy droplets on his skin, to experience a cold different from the likes of what he could feel inside the stupid buggie.<br/><br/>His mind traced back to two days ago when the green light urged him onward, the web searching he'd been doing in pursuit of a decent job in the college neighborhood--apparently he was the first boy in his family to be off to a big, fancy college. Not exactly a bad thing, since he was keen on seeing more of the bustling cities instead of the sleepy towns. But google had pointed him out to an apartment in particular, something to do with opportunities for two people to stay there, provided they both pay a split bill. He was signed up with some girl, but he forgot the name and was only going to meet her either today or tomorrow. He didn't exactly know<i>when</i>they would get there--it was a weird process.<br/><br/>Speaking of processes, he had one last step to make in finishing his move. He finally pulled up in front of the sizeable looking apartment, worked up a sigh, hoped the sweater and pants ensemble battled the cold and got out of the car. As he walked up to the door, swallowed and unlocked it with his key, Dean hoped that his life didn't go downhill from here when it was just beginning.