Your best friend Trey was out in the middle of the pipe, "hiding" from the tornado. You were closer to edge of the drainage pipe, clinging to metal bars for life.

"Y/N!" Trey called, trying to help you move over to him before the tornado hit. You made it just barely in time.

The wind was almost unbearable. Trey held onto you, his arms wrapped protectively around you. Trey was trying to talk to you, but you couldn't hear over the roar.

Trey's dad, Gary, was closer to the edge grate. He had made you and Trey  hook a cable to a semi that flew into the end before the tornado hit.

The cable was taking a lot of strain. The 'Titus' was taking even more strain. You began to feel very scared. Trey held you closer, making you feel safer.

Eventually the tornado was through. The 'Titus' was gone. You had been thrown across the pipe. Trey was across from you with his eyes closed. In the background you heard Gary yelling to see if everyone was alright. He hasn't noticed Trey yet.

You got up and moved over to him. "Trey, Trey." You say trying to wake him. He does but winces instantly.

"What hurts?" You ask, concern written on your face.

He winces and points to his leg and head. Trey's teeth are chattering violently. Suddenly, Gary ran over to Trey, almost pushing you away. He stopped himself and made sure you were okay.

Donnie came over as well, you all cut the cable from Trey and helped him walk.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Two weeks after the tornado was still hard, nightmares plagued your nights. You and Trey had started dating. He had a broken leg and a concussion. All would be fine. For now.