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Stories 73-84

By Candace Mia

Copyright 2017 Candace Mia

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Table of Contents

18 and Home Alone

18 and Home Alone 2

18 and Home Alone 3

18 and Home Alone 4

18 and Home Alone 5

18 and Home Alone 6

18 and Home Alone 7

18 and Home Alone 8

18 and Needing a Place to Stay

18 and Needing a Place to Stay 2

18 and Needing a Place to Stay 3

18 and Needing a Place to Stay 4

Author Bio

18 and Home Alone

“This is your first time to be alone,” Mother said.

Cadly was nervous. It was her first time to be alone. It had always been her and Mom. Mom had worked from home and had always been there to take her to school and drop her off.

Mom was busy putting things into a suitcase. “But you’re eighteen now, so you should be able to handle the rules. Don’t go outside while I’m gone. There’s plenty of food. You can read the books I left you, but do not turn on the computer or the TV. Don’t let anyone in the house.”

Cadly nodded obediently. She hadn’t been out much at all since she’d graduated from high school a few weeks ago. She basically just went to town when mom went to town to get supplies. She’d been very surprised to hear Mother would be leaving on the weekends. But Mom’s new boyfriend was a concert pianist and wanted her to travel with him to his shows. He’d requested that Cadly not come along. He had suggested that the weekends alone would be good for her, that it was time for Cadly to grow up.

Cadly wasn’t totally against it. She’d often wondered what it would be like for her mother to be away.

She’d heard the kids at school talk. She’d never really been friends with them. She couldn’t be friends with them. She was never allowed to go to their houses or have them over. But she’d heard them talk about the things they did.

Of course, those kids were far away now.

Cadly would be out in the country, four miles from the small town where she went to school, a mile from the closest neighbors on one side, two miles on the other side.

Mother finished her packing. “Okay. I have to go now. I love you. And if you need anything, call my cell phone.”

“Okay, Mom.”

Mom loaded up the car and drove away. For the first time in her life, Cadly was alone.”


There was a car in the driveway. She’d seen this car in the parking lot at school

Cadly had been reading her book when she heard it coming down the dirt road. She’d picked up the receiver on the phone and was ready to hit the speed dial for mom. But then she’d seen the car and knew who it was.

Baker had been the starting quarterback on their football team. He’d be going off to college on scholarship next year. She’d heard people say that it wasn’t a big college he was going to, but it was still impressive for a boy from their town.

Baker dated Gina, who most people said was the prettiest girl in school.

Why would Baker be coming out here?

Cadly put the receiver down. From the slightly open curtain in the living room, she watched Baker get of his car and walk up the sidewalk. He appeared to be alone. He rang the doorbell at the side of the house.

Cadly didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to call Mom for this. Baker wasn’t dangerous. At least, she didn’t think he was. Besides, Mom was on an airplane now. What the heck was she going to do?

She supposed she could just pretend she was not here. Baker could see there was no car in the drive. He’d probably just assume she’d left with her mother.

She waited. Baker rang the doorbell again.

Her heart was beating fast. She wasn’t used to pretending like this. She’d never had to hide in her own house before. Mom had always been here.

Baker waited on the porch for a little while. Then he moved along the side of the house.

Cadly had to move away from the curtain. She left the living room and went into the dining room, where she peered through the curtain there.

Baker was on the other side of her now.

He was a good looking guy. He was wearing shorts and what the kids called a wife-beater shirt. There were a lot of muscles showing.

They wouldn’t have let him wear that at school, where guys were required to have sleeves. His shoulders were thick, and she could see some of the muscles on his back. She couldn’t help but wonder what they felt like.

Baker was trying to look in the window, but he couldn’t, of course. Mom had told her to keep all the curtains shut.

Baker tried to open the window, but it was locked, of course.

She thought it was weird that he tried. Was he trying to break in? It didn’t seem like he’d do something like that. He’d always been nice enough.

Then he shouted, “Cadly. Are you in there? I saw your mom driving alone. I was worried something happened to you.”

She supposed that made sense. Since school had ended, Mom had not left the house without taking Cadly with her. She’d made her boyfriend come out to the house to visit. The man had been very persistent in saying Cadly should have some alone time. He’d finally worn her mother down.

But Mother had left hours ago. Why would Baker just now be coming out?

Maybe he’d been waiting to see if made his eyes had deceived him. Maybe he’d wanted to wait and see if they went by again, to confirm Cadly was okay.

He moved around the side of the house, to the front of the house.

Cadly went into her bedroom and peeped though the curtain again. She’d expected Baker to be on the front porch, trying to look in the living room from there. But that’s not where he was. No, Baker was standing right in front of her. Their eyes met. She was caught.

She quickly moved back.

She couldn’t believe how stupid she’d been. Maybe Mom had been right to not leave her alone all these years.

Even though she knew Baker was there, she was still startled when he banged on the window. Then his voice was there again.

“Cadly. Is everything okay?”

She felt foolish. She imagined him going back to town and joking about how he’d seen her alone here and she was afraid to come out.

Or maybe he was really worried about her. Maybe he thought she was being held captive. That seemed farfetched, but at the same time, she hated to think he was going to leave here worried about her.

She opened the curtain. “I’m okay,” she said. “I was, um, taking a nap.”

“What?” he shouted. “I can’t hear you.”

She felt stupid. She should have known he wouldn’t be able to hear her through the window. That’s why he was shouting.

She didn’t want to shout through the window. She didn’t like to shout at all. So instead, she made a motion with her hand for him to go around.

He nodded like he understood. Then he left the front of the house.

Cadly made her way to the side of the house. Even though she’d already said what she planned to say, which was exactly what she’d spoken through the window, she rehearsed it in her head as she moved.

She got to the big wooden door at the side of the house. She undid all latches and deadlocks mom had put there. She used the key to unlock the last one. Then she opened the door to the mudroom.

But it wasn’t just the mudroom. On the other side of the screen door stood the best looking guy she knew.

She walked across the mudroom floor. She stood inches from him, but with a screen door between them.

He was smiling at her. He looked so cute when he smiled. She moved the little latch on the door.

He opened the door.

She said, “I’m nap. I was taking an okay.”

He looked taken aback.

She wished she could have a do over.

He laughed. “Must not have had some caffeine yet. You’re tongue twisted.”

His laugh was actually kind of soothing for her. She laughed a little too.

“Are you alone?” he asked.

She’d already proven to herself that she wasn’t such a good liar. She wasn’t about to try it again. She nodded.

“Oh,” he said. “I was surprised to see your mom drive by without you. Can I come in?”

She had not anticipated this. In her wildest dreams she’d not anticipated this.

She’d told guys no before. She’d told girls no too. She’d told them for years that her mom wouldn’t let her do this or that. They’d stopped asking years ago. It was like she was out of practice now.

And she could smell him. He smelled of cologne, but he also had that wild sort of boy smell. If she told him no, he’d definitely go away. He’d definitely take that smell away too, and those biceps. There were lines in his biceps. She didn’t have lines in hers. Mom didn’t either. Mom’s boyfriend’s were big, but very lineless too. And those were the only people she was likely to see for who knew how long if she told Baker no. She was so tempted to just run her fingers down those lines. But she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t let him in either. Mom would never approve.

She shook her head. “Mom wouldn’t like that.”

“Oh really? But you seem disappointed.”

She felt stupid again. She was not doing a very good job of hiding her real feelings from him. She didn’t know what to say or do right now. So, naturally, she went with something a person did when he or she didn’t know what to say or do.

She shrugged.

Baker laughed again. It still had that soothing quality.

“I know your mother has never let you do anything, Cadly. We all know that. Our parents made us all leave you alone, because they didn’t want to make your mother mad. But you’re eighteen now. I’m eighteen now. We can do what we want.”

Cadly had thought of that before. How could she not? She knew the law. She was technically an adult now. And well, she did kind of want to let him in.

“I guess you can come in,” she said, but just for a little while.


Cadly led Baker inside. She felt kind of bad already for letting him into the house. So she didn’t take him to her room. She led him into the living room instead.

She sat on the couch. Baker sat on the cushion beside her. That seemed dangerous, but she could smell him again.

“What are you doing?” he asked a little while later.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

He gave a little chuckle. You’re just sitting there sucking in deep breaths. Are you nervous?”

“Um?” She tried to think of why she might be sucking in deep breathes. The only two things that came to mind were the truth, that she’d smelled him and gotten lost in the scent, or his explanation, that she was nervous. She really wished there was something better she could think of, but she just wasn’t used to situations like this. So she went with the least weird thing. At least, she tried to go with the least weird thing.

“You’re right. I’m nervous about the smell.”

Baker sucked in a couple of deep sniffs of his own. “What? I don’t smell anything.”

“Oh,” she said. Because now that was the extent of what she could come up with.

They just sat there for a few awkward seconds.

“How about we watch TV?” Baker said.

That sounded like a good idea, except for that Mom had forbidden her to turn it on while she wasn’t there.

“I’m not allowed,” Cadly said.

Baker shook his head. “Stop saying that. Your mom can’t tell you what you’re allowed to do anymore.” He got the remote off the coffee table and turned on the television. He found a channel with a music video and left it on. “I’m surprised your mom doesn’t have parental codes on here.”

“Um. What are those?”

“Well, they’re codes that you have to have to get on certain channels or in some instances, turn the television on at all.”

“Oh. She knows I’d never try that.”

He laughed. “Maybe that’s the problem. But hey, do you have something to drink around here? It’s really hot outside.”

She felt stupid again. She’d never entertained anyone, but she’d seen mom do it. Mom always offered the guest a drink.

“Yes,” she said. “There’s diet soda, lemonade, milk, water, or I can make coffee.”

“Um. Soda will be fine.”

She hurried into the kitchen. She got a drink for him and a drink for her. She brought them back to the couch.

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