“Hi! You must be Ashley, I’ve heard so much about you!” She said, making me smile as she crossed the room, taking me off guard when she hugged me. “I’m sorry!” She said, pulling away when she felt me tense up. “I’m just so excited,” she laughed, blushing adorably. “Ugh, I’m such a dork.” She said, making me shake my head, still just staring at her. Did I mention that southern accents are my new favorite? Yeah. Her’s is all deep and sexy.

            “No, it’s okay.” I assured, making her smile as my grandmother looked on with a smile.

            “Spencer here is a senior at Epson High, The Carlins are good friends of ours and we agreed to let her stay here while her parents tour Europe.”

            “Oh, why didn’t you go with them?”

            “It’s more of a second honeymoon thing for them and I definitely didn’t want to be there for that.” She laughed, “But this is great, your grandmother has been teachin’ me to cook and I think I’m gettin’ pretty good.”

            “Spencer why don’t you help Ashley unpack?”

            “Yeah, okay.” She agreed, even as I objected.        

            “I’m sure that you have better things to do than to unpack my clothes,” I said, but Spencer shook her head. Truthfully I didn’t mind the idea I just didn’t want her to see my pot stash; no need to set the wrong impression. I led the way up the stairs, trying to remember which suitcase it was in as I turned the corner and went to the room at the end of the hall; the room that I always stayed in. Grandpa had left my suitcases on the large queen sized bed and I went to the red suitcase; pretty sure that that was the suitcase I’d hidden it in. I was relieved when I found the makeup bag that I was positive I’d stashed it in. It was just pot; I wasn’t into the harder stuff. I’d tried it, sure but I’d seen far too many people get fucked up on that shit that I stayed away. Honestly I didn’t even get high often; just when I needed an escape. I put the bag away in a desk drawer and then felt myself relax. Spencer opened the blue suitcase and instantly turned about three shades of red in under two seconds. “What?” I asked, flipping the suitcase cover down and laughing when I realized that she’d found my toys. “Oh, sorry,” I said, as she stammered out that it was okay. I grabbed all of them out of the suitcase and put them away in the bottom drawer of the dresser in the corner. She seemed to relax when they were out of sight.