A Family Friend (mf)

I’ve always been close with my mum’s best friend Steph. She’s an aunt by default, and I’ve always called her and her husband Aunt Steph and Uncle Steve. They were a bit older than my mum, maybe in their early 40s and had lived around the corner from us for as long as I can remember. They were always good fun.

Since I turned 18, I would regularly bump into them on nights out in our small town and we always had a great laugh. They’d always make sure I was ok and safe.

At the end of one night, I was pretty drunk and it was raining. The wait for a taxi was ridiculous and I was getting stressed and drenched trying to figure out a way home. My friends decided to all stay out, but I needed to go home. Stumbling through town with my jacket over my head,

a taxi pulls up and the back window opens It was Steph and Steve! 

“Do you want a lift, Chess?” Slurred Steph drunkenly.

Without hesitation, I jump in on Steve’s side. He shifted to the middle seat and I hop in next to him before the taxi drives off.