STACY, MY BESTFRIEND (1)

When I came home to find an empty house, I was a little lost. There I was, nineteen years old, ready to enjoy my vacation to the fullest, and all my keys were locked inside the house, and I had no way to get in.

It looked like this break was gonna be a complete flop. Luckily, it looked as though my next- door neighbors were still home, so I grabbed my bags and walked to their front door.

As I rang the bell, I began to hope that Stacy's parents would be home. My anxiety disappeared as the door began to open before I even got there.

There was Stacy, a girl from my high school! We'd been the best of friends since the eighth grade, but nothing more - there was always a bit of flirting, but never anything more.

There was Stacy, standing in rather loose clothes t-shirt and jeans that I was so used to. Her hair was tied back into a bun, the same way she always had it for the last few years.

She was never one to dress more than just casually or bother with much make-up, "Paul!" she exclaim