"Here's your room."
Patrick leads me down a hallway.
He pushes open a white door.
"Thanks" I say.
We set my bags down near the closet.
I sat on the edge of the bed.
This was going to be a good summer.
I flopped backwards onto the bed so I was laying down.
Ugh.
I was tired.
Maybe I should nap.
Before I knew it, I was asleep.
***
I woke up from the sound of a door closing.
I got up.
"Pat?" I called out.
Nothing.
I slowly walked down the winding staircase.
"Hello?"
Yet again.
No answer.
Okay then.
I turn into the kitchen.
I suddenly see a brunette man sitting on the couch.
"Ahhhhhh" I scream.
"What the hell?" he says.
"Who are you?" I shriek.
"Oh your Patrick's friend aren't you? I'm Jonathan Toews."
"How did you get in?" I asked confused.
He laughs.
"I live here."
What?
Patrick didn't tell me he lived with someone.
Great.
"Oh. I'm so sorry."
"Your fine. What's your name?" He asks me.
"Lacey" I reply.
"Well it's nice to meet you Lacey." He smiles.
