She had stayed behind work to have a drink with Billy. She was quickly learning that one drink with Billy never actually meant having one drink with Billy. It meant drinking until one of them was hammered and being the light weight, of course it was her. He was supposed to be helping Vince close down the bar after their drinking session but he had been let off five minutes to walk her home. As soon as her house was insight, she waved Billy off so that he could run back to the pub. She would be fine from there.
She searched her bag for her keys and had a sudden panic when she couldn't find them. She peered through the front door, cupping her hands over her face to give her better vision, and could have kicked herself when she saw them sitting on the side unit, alongside the spare key which she had used earlier that day. She took a step back and stared at her house. All the lights were turned off; her mum was asleep. She had no way of getting in.
Shit.
She thought about knocking but she didn't want to wake her mum up. She shook the front door handle, just incase she had left it unlocked. No luck. She was screwed. She stumbled back across her front lawn and weighed up her options. At that moment, a large truck pulled up besides her and the passenger window opened.
"Having a bit of trouble?" Dylan smirked at her through the comfort of his car.
"I'm locked out."
"Not have your keys?"
"No, I do. I just prefer standing outside of my house than actually going to bed." He smiled at her sarcasm. She continued, "idiot. I left them inside."
"Spare key?"
"Also inside."
"Why don't you just knock?"
"My mum hasn't been sleeping well and I don't want to wake her."
"Looks like you're screwed then."
She rolled her eyes but, in her drunken state, she went cross eyed instead. It made her dizzy. "Gee thanks, Dyl."
He reached across the front seat and opened the passenger door. "Get in, Wright."
She hesitated.
"What?" He asked her. "Not trust me?"
She looked at him as though he was dumb. "No."
He laughed. "Okay, sleep on the street then. That patch of grass looks kind of comfy."
She looked at the patch of grass he was pointing to and then back to her front door. It had started to rain.
Damn.
Huffing, she staggered towards his truck and climbed in. He strapped her in, laughing, and took off towards his house. She hadn't been to the Coopers in eight years and was secretly excited to return. She always loved being at their house. It was her second home. When they pulled into his drive, she sighed in disappointment as all of the lights were turned off. She wouldn't be able to look around and relive old memories. Dylan opened her door and helping her out, he ushered her inside. When they entered the front room she heard him groan from beside her.
"Crap, I forgot Megan was having her friends to stay the night."
She squinted her eyes and through the darkness she could see piles of bodies asleep on the sofa and floor. So, great. Where was she supposed to sleep?
Dylan answered her thoughts. "You can have my bed and I'll sleep on the floor."
Tiptoeing around the bodies, she made her way to his bedroom. He tossed her an old t-shirt and when she was sure he wasn't looking, she slipped off her damp dress and slid the top over her head. She climbed into his bed and stretched herself out. The coolness of the sheets was refreshing. She watched as he pulled out blankets and began to make himself a make shift bed on the floor. It looked as comfortable as hell and before her mind had time to object, her drunken state said, "Dylan, this is stupid, we've shared a bed before, just get in." She pulled down the cover to welcome him in. He looked unsure. She sighed. "I trust you. Just don't touch me."
