I was sitting at my kitchen table with my Dad, eating a steak dinner.
“How come Matt doesn’t eat with us anymore?” I asked.
“Because he need quiet.” My Dad answered thickly through a half-mouthful of steak.
“Well, I’m finished.” I said, swallowing my last bite and putting my dishes in the sink. ” ‘Night.”
“Isn’t it a little early?”
“It’s only seven.”
“Ok. Good night.”
I got into my baggy plaid pajama pants and a comfortable shirt. I sat on my futon and strummed my guitar for a little while looking out my window.
After a while, I saw a girl walk pu to our doorstep and knock on the door.
My curiosity overcame me and I leaped down the stairs and answered the door.
“Mel?”
She looked great, but I totally ignored that, why was she here?
“Uh… Hi, Hayden I need a place to sleep, so can I sleep here?”
“Why? You crashed here last night!”
“Listen, I can explain, just take me up to your room and I’ll tell you everthing.”
What is going on? How can I explain to Dad? I’m not running a damn boarding house!!!!