I’m writing this on my iPad, so I’m sure typos and missed words will be plenty. On to the story…
Kayla and Max have tolerated each other, but never been close. Their parents married when Kayla was 15 and Max 18, so they didn’t spend a lot of time in the same house together. Now, a few years later, Max has been away at school and is returning to visit his family during reading week.
Max rummages in his pocket for the key to the front door, his bag with clothes and tablet slung over his shoulder. His parents won’t be home for another hour or two yet. He hears the click of the lock and spots Kayla walking away from the door. She’s wearing yoga pants, and a hooded baggy sweater. He hadn’t really remembered her bottom being quite so full.
“Hey, thanks Kayla”, he says as he steps though the door and slips his brown leather shoes off. She tosses a wave over her shoulder in acknowledgment. He can tell she’s staring down at her phone. Max goes down to the basement and sets his stuff beside the couch that will double as his bed for the week. There’s really not much else in the basement, his former room now a hobby room for his parents.