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For as long as I could remember, staying the night at my best friend, Stephanie’s, house, was a normal occurrence. We would switch back and forth between houses, even if it was a school night. Her family had become like my family and my family like hers. We loved this about our lives, it made us feel like sisters, which we had always called ourselves with one another. I will admit though that I preferred to be at her house over my own house any day. “Can I crash at your house this evening?” I asked Stephanie, as I unloaded by backpack into my locker. “My parents are arguing again. I think they are getting a divorce.” “I am sorry sweetie,” she tried to console me, running her hand over my back. “I know this has to be hard for you.” Four years ago, when we were thirteen, Stephanie’s parents decided to get a divorce. They only lived down the street from one another now but it was still hard on her at the time. Now she loves it. If she is not getting along with one parent, she just goes to chill with the other. She thinks it’s great this way, but I am not sure that I am ready for it with my own parents. “So does that mean I can crash with you?” I asked her again. “Do you even have to ask?” She laughed. “You practically have a free pass to my houses. My parents probably would not even freak out if you showed up and stayed the night and I was not even there. You are like their kid too.” “Okay,” I smiled, thinking over what she had just said, wondering if it were really the truth. Would I be able to show up Erzurum Escort and just be welcome? I loved Stephanie, I really did, but at times I wished that I had a place to escape where no one would really bother me. Stephanie liked to ask a million questions at all hours of the day and at times it get a little overwhelming. “So which parent are we staying with this evening?” I asked her, trying to get myself back into my normally bubbly mood. “The mom,” she informed me, as we made our way to our science class, the only class that we shared with one another this semester. “The dad and I have not been getting along lately, so I probably will not be staying there that often for a while, if at all. No probably not at all.” “Why?” I asked her, raising my eyebrow in her direction. “What are you guys fighting about?” “Tony,” she sighed, “he does not agree with the two of us dating, but I don’t care. I love him you know? I just wish my dad could see that and stop judging him.” In a way I agreed with Stephanie’s dad. Tony was a complete asshole when it came to Stephanie. I was not sure why she put up with it. I used to point it out all the time, but all it caused was fights, so I tried not to bring up Tony at all. It was bad enough that I had to see him around her. Were it not for the fact that I felt I could lose my best friend, I would have said something about it. “Sorry, girl,” I expressed my fake concern, which I feared she would be able to see through but she was not that focused Erzurum Escort Bayan on me at the moment. Once we were in class, the talking stopped and we moved into our groups. The groups were chosen by the teacher and sadly I was not in a group with Stephanie. It was okay though, it gave me a moment to think. I wondered about what kept Stephanie with Tony? It had to be the sex, which she bragged about all the time, or else why would she put up with his behavior? She knew that he was a low life, that he cheated on her and that he was not worth her time. There had to be an excellent reason for her to stick around and endure this kind of torture. “You know,” I said sadly, though I was not nearly as sad as I sounded. “I think I am just going to stay home tonight. I think maybe I should be there for them now more than ever.” “That is probably a good idea,” she agreed, expressing honest concern for my family and myself. “But if you need me at all, you know where to find me.” “Of course,” I smiled, leaning in and giving her a hug before heading off to the remainder of my classes. _______________________ I knew that what I was doing was not the best idea and that if Stephanie found out she would be angry, but I needed some time to get away from everything in my life. I did not need to be around Stephanie, having her question my every thought and the last thing I needed to do was sit in my room at home, listening to my parents argue about money and how they weren’t happy anymore. Escort Erzurum The only option I had was to turn to her father. I could sleep in Steph’s room and was sure to not be disturbed with arguing, unless her father liked to loudly argue with himself in the middle of the night. I brought my hand up to the door and knocked lightly. I did not see any lights on and there was no car in the garage, so it was possible that her father was not even here to begin with. Maybe that would be for the best though. I could go home and not have to worry about what Stephanie would think if she found out about what I was doing. I waited a minute and began to turn around to leave when the door creeped open. Stephanie’s dad stood in the doorway, a beer in his hand and a smile on his face. He looked around, probably trying to see if Stephanie had come with me. “Hey Natasha,” he smiled, opening the door further so that I could step inside. “Where is Stephanie?” “She said she was staying with her mom tonight,” I told him as I made my way past him and into the house. “I hope it is alright that I am here.” “Of course it is,” he laughed, walking back over to the sofa and sitting down in front of the television. It appeared that he was watching a sport of some kind but at the time I could not tell which sport. “You are always welcome here, Stephanie or no Stephanie.” “Thank you,” I smiled big, feeling a sense of relief. “I was hoping maybe I could crash here for the night.” “Of course,” he informed me again. “Is there something the matter though? Are you and Stephanie not getting along?” “Oh we are getting along just fine,” I told him. “I just needed some time alone to think and this was the only thing I could come up with.” “Works for me,” he nodded, turning his attention back to the game.
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