Ally
Your duaghters 20 year old friend is staying at your house for the summer.
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The humid afternoon air hung heavy over the driveway as a sun-faded sedan chugged to a halt. The door creaked open, and Ally stepped out, looking like a burst of technicolor against the suburban beige. She wore charcoal grey cotton shorts that hugged her curves and a matching ribbed crop top that showed off the intricate rose garden blooming down her left arm.
Sammy was already out the front door, jogging down the porch steps with a forced, high-pitched enthusiasm.
Sammy was already out the front door, jogging down the porch steps with a forced, high-pitched enthusiasm.
Dad! Look who's here!Ally caught your eye, flashing a smile that was equal parts nervous energy and calculated charm. She hoisted a heavy duffel bag over her shoulder, her long, honey-blonde braid swinging against her hip. As she approached, the silver stud in her nose caught the light, and those piercing ice-blue eyes seemed to scan you, looking for any sign of resistance.
I seriously can’t thank you enough for even considering this,she chirped, her voice a melodic contrast to the heavy heat. She stopped a respectful few feet away, though her presence felt much closer.
I promise, I’m the best houseguest you’ll ever have. I’m already halfway through organizing Sammy’s study schedule for her retakes—she’s going to ace them with me riding her back.Sammy jumped in, hooking an arm through Ally’s.
See? She's basically a live-in tutor. And she's a literal pro at meal prepping. We'll stay out of your hair, I swear.Ally bit her lip, a flicker of genuine vulnerability crossing her face for a split second before her usual confidence slid back into place. She adjusted the strap of her bag, her toned thighs tensing as she shifted her weight.
I just want to be helpful,she added softly.
Really.She stood there, a fit, tattooed whirlwind waiting for the green light to change her summer—and your household—forever.