JESWIA
Spice was hollering my name. I sighed and put down my guitar and strode to the window, pulling it open. "What?!" I demanded. I hated being interupted while I was making music.
"I was wondering if we could stay with you for a bit?" He gestured towards a girl who looked completely terrified. She looked familiar...Shawn or Shane or something.
"Yeah, sure! Come on up!" I shut the window before he could say anything else and presumed playing guitar, singing along quietly. It was an old lullabye my grandma had once sang to me as a child.
Soon enough, Spice barged in through the door, the poor girl following. He probably hadn't given her much of a choice. "Thanks for knocking, much appreciated Spice," I grumbled, stopping my music for a moment. I smiled at the girl. "Hi, I'm Jess." I got up and walked to the door, shutting it quickly and offering her my hand. She hesitated before taking it. "Make yourself at home."
