Walking After You | Dave Grohl

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"VANESSA, HONEY," Grandma Susy called from the door, peeking inside the room. She enjoyed quietly watching Nessa and Stacy dance around the room to the music playing. "I didn't want to interrupt your fun, but I just wanted to know if Stacy is staying for dinner"

Nessa rushed to the radio, turning down the volume enough to be able to hear her grandmother. Susy then repeated the question, grinning at the sight of the two girls breathing heavily from all the dancing and jumping around.

"Oh, I don't want to give you trouble," Stacy spoke timidly, fumbling with the hem of her light purple tube top. "Besides, I rode my bike here and soon it will be dark out..."

Nessa rolled her eyes. She knew Stacy wanted to stay, but was too afraid of being a weight to anyone to accept the offer.

"Please, honey. Jules is staying at her boyfriend's tonight, so it would be only me and Vanessa for dinner. Some company would be nice"

"And have you forgotten I have a car?" Nessa asked, both hands resting on her hip, sharing a knowing look with her grandmother. "I'll drive you home after dinner, and you can pick up your bike tomorrow"

After a few seconds of silence, Stacy sighed with a giggle. "Well, the case is closed. Y'all have convinced me," she conceded, promptly receiving a hug from her friend and a laugh from Susy, who proceeded to close the door and leave the girls to their party.

Over the past few months, Stacy and Nessa had grown closer and closer, eventually becoming really good friends. Nessa cringed every time she remembered how she used to deem their relationship impossible. They were very different, but complemented each other in an unexplainable way. And, surprisingly to Nessa, they related to each other more than she would've imagined.

The last few months had been spent either at Nessa's house or at Stacy's, and sometimes they would hang out at Mark's with the rest of the group. Stacy would introduce her to new people every day, and slowly Nessa had come to terms with the fact that school wasn't that bad after all.

"You know what we should do?" Stacy asked, laying on her back over Nessa's once perfectly made bed. Nessa imitated her, but laying on her side as Sonic Youth played on the record player.

"Kiss?" Nessa joked, puckering her lips in Stacy's direction. Stacy pushed away while laughing, and Nessa giggled.

"We can save that for another time," she answered, rolling her eyes when Nessa mumbled 'boring' under her breath. "I think a band is playing downtown tonight. I heard they're really good, we should totally go"

"Oh," Nessa furrowed her brows and scoffed. "You didn't want to give me the trouble of driving you home, but now you want me to drive us to the city?" Stacy shrugged sheepishly and her friend sighed. "Besides, how would we even get in?"

A sneaky smirk appeared at Stacy's lips as the blonde jumped out of the bed and hopped across the room to the backpack she had abandoned on the floor. Stacy fumbled through it until she found what she was looking for: two laminated cards; that she held up in between her fingers.

"Have you heard of a little thing called a fake ID?"

Nessa widened her eyes and got up, approaching Stacy and snatching the cards from her hand. Whoever had done those fake identifications, had done a professional job, because they looked pretty realistic.