Liz’s house was a small white house along the side of a road, behind it rested a creek beyond that lay the forest. The impala almost floated along the road. Fresh warm air rushed by as I cruised, this place feels almost perfect. The speakers were playing songs I've listened to for many years. The usb is flicking red light continuously as I pull onto Liz's road. The temperature outside has been steady for a while continuing to grow warmer, much warmer than when I crashed. I can't think of the memory too long because I'm already turning into Liz's driveway. A quick but steady wave of nervousness rushes through me as I walk up to knock on the door. I suppose that I still don't know exactly how to act around liz. She opens the door and greets me, it's obvious she didn't expect me to come here. “Mike, what are you doing here?”. She asked in surprise. “ I had nowhere else to go and you're the only person I know here” I admit to her. She lets me inside, and we began talking up a storm. Time seems to fly by and we enjoy eachothers company. That is obvious, we watched a couple movies talking about life and how I got here. And by the time we knew it, it was already 11:00. With me being new to the town I had no work, therefore I had no reason to wake up early. Old habits are still around, I wake up early anyways. I decided on a friendly gesture to make breakfast. I'm guessing she has eggs and bread so I'll cook that up. Something about this place feels, Right. Walking out the room I happen to walk right into liz.

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