F2F | Dylan + Stevie
Stevie landed on her feet with a small thud, surprisingly agile since jumping out of her two story window (with the aid of her mother’s trellis) was a move she did on the daily, at least a couple of times. Adjusting the waistband of her ever dropping jeans, she started a light jog on a very familiar direction: Dylan’s house. The sooner she could leave the sound of drunk yelling behind, the better.
Her metallic backpack held her clothes for the next day, since she already had a pair of pajamas at the brunette's, her stuff for school and some other random trinkets, like a dog leash (A dog walker should always have a dog leash). The night air was crisp and refreshing, perfect temperature for Stevie. She couldn’t help but smile as she shook her unruly blonde locks to the side, revealing her best friend’s house. She could see Dylan’s outline, a well-known sight by the window.
Quietly, Stevie started climbing the tree, and in the last second, boosted herself up to the older girl’s level. “Boo.”, she said abruptly. “Early trick or treat for your best friend?”