I’ve known Riley since we were six mud pies, scraped knees, sleepovers that stopped being innocent somewhere around sophomore year but never quite crossed the line. So when she texted me Saturday morning freaking out about her calculus quiz, I didn’t think twice. Grabbed my keys, threw on basketball shorts and a faded tee, and walked the familiar path across our adjoining backyards.
The house smelled like vanilla and fresh coffee when I let myself in. Riley yelled “Finally!” from the dining room, already buried in textbooks. Vanessa’s voice floated down from upstairs.
“Hey, handsome!” the same flirty tease she’d used on me since I hit six feet. I laughed it off like always and headed up to find the bathroom before we started.
There house so big and so many doors i keep getting lost all
