-Nathans POV-

"Nathan get up" I hear to my side, I groan and pull my pillow over my head. I hear my roommate do something to my side, I slowly open one eye to see him holding an air horn.

"NO!" I yell, he snickers than puts it in his pocket.
His name is John one of my high school friends and roommate, we met on the football team and quickly became friends.

He is 6 foot 3, has dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, large muscles, white skin, 25 years old, and is American.

I am 6 foot 4, have dark brown hair, brown eyes, Large muscles (slightly bigger than my other roommate), 23 years old, tanned white, and am Canadian.

"Ok, what do you want" I say a little irritated that he woke me up at... I look at the clock and it is 7:30am.

"John, why did you wake me up at 7:30" I went to sleep at 3am because I was playing my computer all night.

"Because we need to stock up on stuff before that hurricane comes over, bends us over and-" nope not having any of that.

"OK!" I say fast "Is the car started?" I am a very good driver , but I would like to have John drive because I feel like shit.

"Yea the truck waiting for us" fuck we are in a lot of debt because we bought a lot of dumb shit for example more than one truck.

"which one" I say with a bit of confusion, when we moved into the same house we also got a huge garage that can fill 3 cars and a mini repair shop, we have a 2017 Ram 3500, 2012 Chevrolet Silverado lifted. Mustang, Kawasaki Ninja H2R, dirt bike, and a quad yep we are getting harassed a lot.

"The Ram obviously" he said while slowly getting up and heading to the door.

"Ok, I will be ready in a minute just get to the car, but we are going to Tim Horton's for a coffee before anything".

"Why not Starbucks, you Canadian fuck" I hate Starbucks, it isn't as good as Tim Hortons.

"Because the coffee at Starbucks taste like ass compared to Tim Hortons" I say while getting up, groaning.
-3 Hours Later-

I just got done getting all of the solar panels off of the roof and into the garage when it started getting windy 'this wind is fucking insane' I said to myself mentally as the neighbours garden gnome flew past me.

I quickly ran back inside afraid to be hit by keemstar "Nathan help me get the shields over the windows" John said as he is frantically pulling the metal shields over the windows, I run over and start to help.

After about ten minutes of running to the garage outside and back to the windows with the metal shields for them we got done putting the window shields over the windows of out two story house, I run to the tornado shelter with my roommate following me and close the hatch once John is done getting inside.

After a little bit of settling down we relax a little "So what do you think about some Catan?" I say as I grab board game of the desk inside the shelter.

As I hear him sit down behind me in one of the bean bag chairs around the small table in the middle of the room.

"Pepsi?" I say as I get one out of the mini fridge we have down here, we have a lot of stuff we stock up on because John thinks the apocalypse will come one day, he said that he wouldn't move in with me if we didn't buy extra stuff for his paranoia, I reluctantly agreed because I'm in a lot of debt and need some of that greasy money.

So now inside this mini tornado shelter we have some rations that will last 3 months to a year once opened, a water purifier, 5 jugs of water, some basic furniture, a medical room attached, and a armoury.

Our armoury has our guns, armour, melee weapons along with some military bags, MREs, and some weed (because me and John get bored sometimes) that we got because of one of Johns more questionable friends.

"You sober bastard, get us BEER!" with a groan I grab us both some ass in a bottle.

I walked back towards him with two beers on hand, put them down on the table and grab my IPhone, and start playing some music to drown out the sound of the brutal winds outside, I smile as John starts to shuffle the cards.

Author's Note

Sorry if that was short, this is my first fanfiction that I will go through with so if you hate it with a burning passion at least tell me why so i can try to fix it. Also my humor is a little bit fucked and toward the darker side of things.