"I'm still mad at you." I pout, looking out the window of Tyler's truck as I say the words.

His head flies to look at me, and in the rearview mirror I can see him giving me a dumbfounded look. "Seriously?"

I nod.

"After all of that?" He almost scoffs at the end of the question.

I bite the inside of my cheek, fighting a smile when I go to look at him. All of that is what we're calling it. "Mm-hmm."

He rolls his eyes, immediately seeing the smile I'm fighting as we pull into the parking lot in which, everyone else already is.

As Tyler puts the truck into park, all eyes fall on us. Boone and Lily, in particular, look impressed when I step off of the three-feet-high bed of the truck.

"You two riding together? No music? What the hell did you do, Dal?" Boone's mouth is caught agape as he squints at me past the sun shining right in his eyes.

I roll my eyes at him, but I don't say anything because as soon as Tyler closes his door shut and approaches us, Boone's face drops, a frown apparent on his face when he looks at his friend.

Tyler comes up behind me, placing his hat atop of my head, not saying a word to me, but wrapping his arm around Boone. "Buddy, I'm sorry. How do I make it up to you?"

Boone places his hands behind his back, giving into the whole sad act he has going. "I don't know about no make-up."

"How 'bout we launch some new rockets?" Tyler gives him the slightest side smile as he watches his friend reconsider -- eyes lighting up.

"You said... rockets?"

Tyler nods, and just like that, their friendship is rekindled.

        "So where'd City Girl go?" I can't help but ask, letting my curiosity get the best of me.

He reads into the not-so-subtle question immediately. "What're you gettin' at?"

I shake my head once, my lips curled in a pout. "Nothin'. Just curious."

He almost laughs, but it comes out as more of a scoff. Like he doesn't believe me. But still, he points at Storm Par's truck a few miles behind us, giving me an answer without saying a word.

The graying of the storm clouds intensifies with each mile we go, the sky so dark I can barely see Tyler beside me. "Storm's gettin' heavy. That's good."

His lips curl into a smile while his head peers under the dim of his windshield — trying to better his view of the tornado forming ahead of us. "Yeah, it's gettin' there." His smile grows with something other than cheer for the storm that's about to begin roaring. "But we still have enough time to pickup where we left off this mornin'."

My eyebrows raise at him — amusement, tease, all mixed into my features. "You'd pass up a storm of a lifetime, really?"

He pulls the truck over onto the muddy side of the road, and as if that wasn't enough of an answer already, he gives her a smirk. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

They share a look for a moment, Tyler's green-eyed gaze filled with one thing on his mind and Dallas, trying to depict what that one thing actually is.

But the thunder booms, shaking the truck with it's intensity, whilst not even two seconds later, a strike of lightning passes through the air, blinding both of them for a split second. Dallas's lips curl into the most teasing of smiles, pointing to the sky. "Duty calls."

Boone and Lilly's truck soon comes into view, both with confused looks on their face as they see Tyler's truck pulled over for the first time maybe ever while a tornado was about to touchdown. "What the hell are you guys doing? The tornado's that way."

Tyler closes his lips together. "Nothin'. We'll be right there."

They analyze us for another moment before taking off on their own, actually chasing the storm. And when Tyler looks at me, I know that he hates that I'm right. And that he isn't going to get what he wants.

"No fun." He rolls his eyes, head reclining into the back of his seat, regathering himself in dread for a moment before putting one strong hand on the wheel, while the other turns the engine back on. But he doesn't give up there. "Come on, you've never thought about how good we had it in college?"

What he doesn't say, is that he's referring to when we'd sneak off during storms and hookup in the back of his truck while a tornado was going on just miles down the road.

"You'll cope." I can't help the way my grin grows when I pat his shoulder.

He chuckles, low and almost raspy like he's about to take a long deep breath. "Always a tease, Dal. Always a tease."

And within seconds the truck is back to speeding on the road.

They speed down the road, Storm Par's vehicles right on our ass while they try to run Dani and Dexter's RV off the small dirt road we're all barely fitting on.

The rain picks up like never before — hail the size of golf balls coming straight from the sky and onto Tyler's truck, threatening to leave dents in the red of it.

The truck bounces over the rough terrain as Tyler keeps his focus on the road, despite the storm's best efforts to challenge their progress. The sky outside is a swirling mass of black and gray, lit intermittently by flashes of lightning that make the landscape appear almost surreal -- the wind howling so loudly that it's almost impossible to hear anything but the roar of the storm.

I'm silent for a moment, eyes glued to the storm's progression in the distance. My smile from earlier has faded, replaced by a look of concern. I turn to Tyler, my voice barely audible over the cacophony. "You seein' this?" 

The truck lurches as it hits a particularly deep rut, and Tyler's grip on the wheel tightens. The hail pelts the vehicle like marbles bouncing off a metal surface. But Tyler still beams when he spares me the smallest of glances. "Hell yeah!" 

The storm's ferocity is almost palpable, the tornado's menacing presence growing clearer with every second. Tyler's face, illuminated sporadically by flashes of lightning, reflects a mix of exhilaration and pure bliss. His grip on the steering wheel is firm, knuckles white from the strain, veins popping through his skin from the adrenaline pouring out of him. 

We're merely a yard from the tornado now, and both of us strap ourselves into the seat like it's routine -- like nothing at all has passed in the past six months and we're chasing this storm just like we always have. 

My heart is thumping in my chest -- the sound so loud it's like an echoing beat that harmonizes with the beautiful song of the storm around us. Tyler presses one of the four bright red buttons in the center console separating the both of us and the truck burrows itself into the ground with the screws attached to it. We're in the eye of the tornado now -- my first time actually enjoying the beauty of it since last year's tornado season. I watch in astonishment, my lips parted ever so slightly as I watch the gray surround us. 

I should be afraid. But I never am. 

How could I be when it's such a beautiful thing? 

I can feel Tyler's gaze on me, not on the storm like he should be. Instead, he watches me watch the way the wind slows and the tornado begins to clear. I look like a kid in a candy store, amazed beyond belief, but he still looks at me with more intent than anyone ever has. Like... he's trying to view the storm the way I do. Or, maybe, he's just looking at me. 

The tornado is washed away by the rain and I watch, not able to help the smile hurting my cheeks. And I quickly unbuckle myself and open the door without hesitation -- trying to make it into the rain before it goes away. 

I close the red door shut behind me and Tyler rolls down the window. "What are you doing?" 

"What does it look like?" I hold my arms out, feeling the rain dampen the cotton of my shirt and wet my hair. I want to wrap myself up into this scent -- the rain and the storm. "I'm dancing!" 

I can hear Tyler's door shut as well, and although the rain is turning into a light drizzle, I can still it's shadows and stains start forming on his flannel. 

He places his hands on his hips and just looks at me, the feet of his boots barely visible due to the uncut grass we stand on. "There's not enough rain for us to dance in."

I bite the inside of my cheek, occupying my teeth into doing anything but smile. "You're right. Better get goin' and drop me off at the airport then." 

His brows raise, taking a step closer to me while he shakes his head slightly. "Oh no, I'm not letting you get away from me a second time." 

"Well, I don't have a place to sleep tonight." 

I know he knows what I'm doing. What I'm getting at. With Hunter gone, I'm homeless in the state of Oklahoma. 

Tyler takes that final step to close the space between us, not hesitating when he puts his strong hands on my hips and pulls me close to him. "You don't have to worry about that, Texas." 

And when the sun begins to peek back out from the dull clouds, Tyler kisses me and though it's only been a few hours since I last felt his lips on mine, I missed it terribly.