Volbeat blasted over the speakers in her car as she waited in the driveway, willing her garage door to open faster. She banged out a drum solo on her steering wheel as the bottom of the door raised over the roof of her car. She tapped the gas and rolled into her garage, coming to a stop just as the tennis ball hanging from the ceiling tapped her windshield. She killed the engine but kept the radio on until her favorite song came to an end. She reached up and tapped the remote on her sun visor and gathered her purse as the door slid shut behind her. "I wish Bryce would fix that stupid light. It's dark as hell in here." She bumped her shin into the wheel well of her car and cried out, adding a few color words to express just how pissed she was. Fumbling through the darkness, she found the door knob and stumbled onto the back porch.<br/><br/>Sun light streamed in through the square windows and dust danced in the golden rays, reminding her just how badly she needed to sweep. She kicked off her shoes and glanced out one of the windows, counting the number of vehicles that were parked in the side lot. The roommate's car was there along with both of her boyfriend's trucks parked side by side. She checked to see if any of his shoes were missing and noted the absence of his skater shoes. He must have taken the dirt bike to his buddy's when he got off of work. With a heavy sigh, she entered the house through the kitchen and sat her stuff down on the table. The heavy smell of marijuana drifted in from the living room and she followed the smoke trail on tippy toe.<br/><br/>"Hey, Bailey! You're home just in time." Bailey found her roommate sitting on the couch with a joint in his mouth and a half rolled one lying on the coffee table. "Uhm, let me just change my clothes and wash my hands. You know I handle money all day." She disappeared into the bedroom and locked the door behind her. She stripped out of her work clothes and stepped into a pair of athletic shorts. She stood topless before her vanity mirror and ran a brush through her wavy brown hair. Day old make up lined her emerald eyes and her metallic lip ring glinted at the bottom corner of her mouth. She paused to scratch at her average sized chest before putting on a sports bra and throwing a loose fitting T shirt on over it. She dipped into the adjoining bathroom and washed her hands and face in the sink, taking her time scrubbing away the germs left behind from being a cashier.<br/><br/>"Come on, these aren't gonna smoke themselves!" Bailey could hear him calling to her and it sounded like he was just beyond her bedroom door, but she flung it open, she found him still sitting on the couch. "Here." He passed her one and she busied herself with turning on the TV and finding something to feign interest in. She didn't exactly enjoy being alone with him. Taking a hit from the joint, she passed it back and took a seat on the L shaped couch, making sure to sit perpendicular to him.<br/><br/>The two shared idle conversation while they smoked. He spoke of his day and ranted about a co worker who was dangerously addicted to coke. Bailey listened absentmindedly as she silently prayed for Bryce's return home. "Ready for the other?" She turned to see him flick his lighter as the sound of a dirt bike rumbled through the open windows. "Let's wait for Bryce." Bailey noted the annoyance in his nod as he got up, leaving the joint on the table. As the back door opened, he left her sitting there to run upstairs. She heard his bathroom door shut as Bryce walked in and she ran to him, showering him with kisses.<br/><br/>"Hey babe. I, uh, got some bad news. I know we're suppose to go to breakfast tomorrow, but Josh needs my help getting a car to a guy in Michigan. We're leaving as soon as I pack a bag and we probably won't be back until Sunday. Im really sorry." Bryce hugged Bailey to him and kissed the top of her head. Bailey shot him a pout and started to ask him why he needed to tag along when their roommate emerged from upstairs. "What's that? You're going with Josh? Guess that means you won't make game night at Micheal's house tomorrow, huh?" he asked. The trio moved to the living room where the boys continued to talk about Bryce's trip and share the second joint. Bailey stewed on the couch between them. Of course he had to leave on the one weekend she had off.<br/><br/>Bryce's phone buzzed and he excused himself. Bailey got up behind him and followed him to the bedroom, watching him like a sad puppy as he packed his things into a duffel bag. "Do you really have to go?" Bryce chuckled and promised her that he could call her before they left in the morning and when they got to the guy's house. He slung his bag over his shoulder and Bailey walked him out. They shared a long hug and a deep kiss before she waved him off from the back stair. She watched as his truck rolled down the dirt road leading away from her house and eventually disappeared into the distance, leaving her alone with the roommate.<br/><br/>(Click the link in my signature to read up on this thread! PM if interested.)