There's a steady ticking of a clock on the wall.

Katelyn is helping me pack up my clothes.

"God, we need to take you shopping." they smile. I force one back.

"Hey, Kate?"

"Yeah?"

"Um..." I struggle putting together the words. "I just... uh... thank you. For being my friend. I don't... I don't think I've ever had anyone so nice in my life before."

Kate just smiles, throwing a pair of socks at me. "Shut up, you."

I put them in the suitcase. "I'm serious. I'm really grateful for you. Nobody ever really was nice to me before."

"Why? You're lovely." they hand me a pile of shirts. "I don't get it."

I shrug. "I don't either."

Katelyn shakes their head. "Want to go get KFC later?"

"Uh, no thanks."

"We're still on for Starbucks, right?"

"Of course." I smile.

They hand me the last of my clothes, I tuck them in my suitcase.

"So what time is this guy coming?"

"3:00." I reply. "He's really nice. He has a cat."

"Awww, what's the cat called?"

"Oliver. Most basic cat name ever." I laugh anyway. Kate smiles wryly.

"So, you wanna go to our house? We've got an hour to kill, and I managed to smash one of the windows enough to get in. I wanna explore it with you."

"That sounds a little dangerous." I say. "Sure, let's go."

Katelyn leads me off to our house. The window they gave smashed is just enough for me to squeeze my body through, landing with a thump on the other side, hands slightly scratched. Katelyn follows.

I adjust my eyes to the darkness. It's a kitchen, everywhere seemingly untouched for many years. There is a layer of grime on the hob, and the cupboards have collecting dust.

Katelyn starts going through the cupboards.

"Sound!" they throw over a £20 note. "Oh my god, so much rotting food, it's disgusting."

They take my hand, leading me through a door. What appears to be a living room.

In comparison to the kitchen, the living room is remarkably clean. The couch is slightly dusty, but being leather, would clean up quite nicely. There's an old TV, that didn't work, however, but the carpet is also fine (other than needing a good vacuum).

"This place would have been pretty nice." Katelyn remarks, picking up an old dog toy. "God, the owners must have just up and left..."

I nod, thinking of these old owners. How would they feel about 2 teenagers coming in and looking through all their stuff?

"Kate, I think we should go. I don't think they'd want us here."

"Who?"

"The old owners."

Katelyn rolls their eyes. "Okay, wuss, let's go." they grab my hand- it's clammy against mine. Katelyn clearly isn't as brave as they are putting across.

We squeeze through that window again, and leave.