The loud sound of scuffing echoed throughout the alley way as Shane lazily walked through it, an old short cut she use to take on her way to her old place. After leaving the club, Shane had decided that since Jenny had given her the key to the house by mailing it to her, she wanted to stop by and just check it out. It had been so long since the last time she had stepped foot in her last home, maybe a little too long. Although Jenny had said she most likely wasn’t going to be there and Carmen normally worked until late on weekends, she felt so damned nervous. The very idea of her going back, into that house frightened her because she was scared of what she would remember, or not remember. Funny thing was, she was sort of excited too. She was curious as to how Jenny had kept the place then, or how Carmen did, she wasn’t sure who did the enterior decorating around the house; hell maybe  both of them did. Another part of excitment was that she was hoping to see Bette there. She knew that out of all the friends she hurt by leaving, Bette was probably the first one to forgive her so quickly and so happy to see her. Shane knew that her friends would eventually forgive her, but some would be easier on her than others. And the easier ones would deffinently be Bette.

Now there she stood, in front of both her old home and Bette’s. Her mouth was agape and her eyes wide as she readied herself to enter the house to the right. Walking through the little fence and up the small stone steps, she pulled out the iron key and unlocked the door. As she heard a click, she pushed open the door slowly, as if expecting something to jump out at her or be throw towards her. The first smell to hit her, the one smell she noticed first was of her. It was Carmen’s scent, mostly hers, that dominated that homily house. And she smelled the same as ever, and Shane still missed it. Missed it so much. A mix of vanilla and sweet pea, the best combination in the world she had always thought. Gazing around in semi-wonder and semi-yearning, the house looked almost the same. Of course, the furniture was place differently and the recliner wasn’t the same, but all in all nothing had seem to change. Shutting the door behind her, she took her first few steps on the wooden floor, the creaking of the old wood cleared out the dark silence. Street lights outside had shown through the windows, casting small and soft shadows all around her. Walking over to find the light switch, she turned it on as the light flooded everywhere.