It All Started with a Couch

"Sky! Get the hell over here and do shots with us!" someone yelled over the blaring music.

I faked a nervous laugh, quickly back tracking out of the kitchen until I hit the porch door.

"You know," I shouted with a smile, my hands fumbling and unlocking the door, "I'm actually feeling a little ill all of a sudden."

I pressed the back of my hand onto my forehead dramatically, letting out a loud sigh.

"Oh plea-"

"What?" I yelled over the music, pretending not to hear them. "I can't hear you," I mouthed, pointing from them to my ear.

Somehow I managed to slide open the door and slip out of the house.

"Final- what the hell?" I said, narrowing my eyes at the guy sprawled asleep on the porch couch.

Tippy-toeing silently to the back of the couch, careful not to wake him, I made my way towards him. I softly ran my hands along the cushions where his back was pressed, then violently gave him a good shove off the couch.

"That'll teach 'em," I muttered to myself.

A smug smile made its way onto my face as he let out a loud groan before rubbing his green eyes, which then settled on me. I stretched my body along the couch, resting my arms behind my head.

After moving to the city, Skylar Collins' life changes drastically, to say the least; from stabbing someone's ass, having an old man flash her, house break-ins, to finding love.

It all started with a couch.