#amy.

                            It was safe to say that for Weston, he was currently flying on cloud nine which was easily a big difference from the state he was in a few short weeks ago. For reasons not known to many, but it was enough to put a pep in his step and a whistle to fall from his wetted lips as he moved in and out of his house. He was happy, and anyone that knew Weston well enough to call themselves a friend could sense the way his mood was lifted since the passing of this storm. He wasn’t left to worry about his sister and her condition ( even if her attitude as of late only seemed to shift in the opposite direction of her usual warmth ) nor was he on bad terms with his girlfriend. There were very little stressors in his life, and that was something he was thankful for. Excited, even. With the weather now returning back to normal within his home state, the sun was back out and gearing up for Spring, leaving Weston the opportunity to tinker around the house and fix up the yard before the warm vacationing months would hit. Come June, both he and his son would settle in to plant the flowers and veggies the garden took that occupied the corner of his back yard, leaving Weston to do the majority of the manual labor when he had the time for it to be prepare for it. It kept his hands busy, and his mind elsewhere to the point that he hadn’t even spotted Amy’s car pull up and his sister cross the yard to enter his house. Having only approached mid afternoon on the day off he had from the station, Weston came back inside his kitchen from the garage and wiped his hands down on the front of his jeans. Amy couldn’t have been there for longer than ten minutes or so because her jacket hadn’t even been removed, only the packages of their take out she had gone to pick up laid out on the counter. “Hey,” He greeted his older sister with a grin on his face. “How much was it? I got a twenty for you, I’ll pay you back.”