When I came home to find an empty house, I was a little lost. There I was, nineteen years old, ready to enjoy my vacation to the fullest, and all my keys were locked inside the house, and I had no way to get in.
It looked like this break was gonna be a complete flop. Luckily, it looked as though my next- door neighbors were still home, so I grabbed my bags and walked to their front door.
As I rang the bell, I began to hope that Stacy's parents would be home. My anxiety disappeared as the door began to open before I even got there.
There was Stacy, a girl from my high school! We'd been the best of friends since the eighth grade, but nothing more - there was always a bit of flirting, but never anything more.
There was Stacy, standing in rather loose clothes t-shirt and jeans that I was
