'Unlock your door', Stephie sent Ry in a text from the corner of his street, 'im almost there.'
It was a warm night, full of wind, and she'd taken her time walking over. Her footsteps had been slow, not out of any need not to get there, but because her head was full of thoughs and dragging her feet gave her time to sort them out. Even though, by the time she sat down on his front step, (not wanting to knock incase she woke the other housemates- Ry would be down soon enough anyway) her head still wasn't any clearer.
( Gettin' high )
It was a warm night, full of wind, and she'd taken her time walking over. Her footsteps had been slow, not out of any need not to get there, but because her head was full of thoughs and dragging her feet gave her time to sort them out. Even though, by the time she sat down on his front step, (not wanting to knock incase she woke the other housemates- Ry would be down soon enough anyway) her head still wasn't any clearer.
( Gettin' high )