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I turn and look out at the woods when we reach the patio and Bryson continues over to the little seating area where just a short while ago I was ready to settle in and relax with my book.

Oh, how the tides have turned.

“What’s the number for the electric company?” He asks as he picks up his phone.

“The fuck if I know!” I yell. “Google it!”

“What’s the name of the electric company?”

“Sweet mother of Michelle Obama.” I mutter as I pinch the bridge of my nose.

“Oprah?”

“What?”

“Isn’t Oprah Michelle Obama’s mother?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Kay.” He says as his thumbs start to key in something. I watch him scroll up with his thumb before he freezes. “Ummm.”

“What?”

“My phone is dead too.”

“Then plug it in!” I yell at him.

I watch him duck and weave through the fucking yarn to get to his bedroom. I can physically feel my stress hormones rising inside and I try to calm myself with deep breaths while I hear rummaging from his room.

“Jo?” He calls.

“What Bryson?” I holler back.

“One problem. Well, another, I suppose.” He mumbles.

“Spit it out Bryson!” I yell.

He appears at the opening of the hallway to the living room with the charger in one hand and his phone in the other.

“Power’s out.”

My vision goes blurry as his words sink in. I blink and look at the clock on the oven. Nothing. Blank.

“Are you fucking kidding me!”

“I’m sorry!” He yells back from across the room.

“Sorry? Saying sorry would mean you have something to apologize for.” I throw accusingly across the room with venom dripping from my words.

Things were bad. The suspension, the surprise roommate. Then, things got worse. The lack of clothes to change into, the pranks. And my life deteriorated into ultimate despair with the spoil of my story.

So now that the power is out, neither of us have working phones, and my car is a pancake, I’m not even sure what to call the state of my life.

There are no words.

Rage fills my bloodstream as Bryson pulls his lips between his teeth.

“I feel like I should admit something but I know you’re already upset and I don’t want to make it worse.” He says.