At what felt like the worst possible moment, it had started to rain. Just his luck. Jacket already soaked and hair plastered to his face, Michael waited on the doorstep, hoping that someone would be home. It hadn’t looked like anyone would answer the door ; the house seemed empty, and even if one of the Emily siblings were home, it was entirely possible they’d ignore the knock. They weren’t expecting anyone.
Just before he was about to walk away, assuming the effort was a bust, the door opened. Relief and anxiety hit him at the same time. Someone had answered the door, but someone had answered the door.
“ Thanks … ” he mumbled as he stepped inside, hands shoved in his jacket pockets.
🎟️Sammy gave a small nod, moving to close the door once Michael came in. Putting the chain lock and regular door lock back in place, he waited for the other to take off their shoes before moving passed them and down the hall, gesturing for them to follow. He stopped at the bathroom, moving to grab the spare towels from the small closet in their and handing them to Michael.
“Here... Dry yourself off with these while I go grab you some clothes to where so we can dry yours... You can also take a warm shower too... But I’ll grab you the clothes first.” He commented while moving away to head to his room which was right next to the bathroom, digging around and grabbing a clean pair of boxers; sweats and a t shirt, and a hoodie as well. Coming back, he placed the clean closes on the sink counter in the bathroom. “I’ll be in the living room when your done...”
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