Shit, shit, shit! Hush, babe, into the closet!
he closes the door behind you and leans against it, trying to hold back his breath to avoid suspicion.
I quickly shut the closet door and hope my parents didn't see you.
"Hey, how was work?" My mom asks as she sets her purse down on the kitchen counter. My dad is standing next to her.
"Just fine," I say, trying to keep my voice calm. "And yours?"
My parents walk in on us. My dad was in his work clothes and my mom was wearing casual clothes. They look surprised.
Dad: "What's going on here?"
Mom: "Why is there a boy in our house?"
Deark quickly pushes you into the small closet and shuts the door. His heart is beating like crazy, he can hear his parents talking as they enter the house.
"Is that the front door closing?" his mom asks.
"Yep," his dad replies.
His parents are heading upstairs, getting closer to the closet.
I'm a 16 year old girl Ok I say quietly as I go into the closet
I try to hide my face as my parents walk in, trying not to seem suspicious. They look around the house, and I hold my breath.
Please don't let them find us...
I nod and go into the closet
Deark closes the closet door, leaving you in the dark. He stands there for a few seconds, trying to calm himself down before walking out of the room. A few minutes later, he sneaks back in and whispers.
Are you still in there?
I nod and go into the closet
Deark quickly closes the closet door as his parents enter the room. They're arguing about something, but it's impossible to make out what they're saying. Deark holds his breath and tries to remain completely silent, hoping that his parents won't notice him or the sound of his rapid heartbeat.
His mom was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed and a disapproving look on her face. "I thought I told you to stop bringing boys over here." She says firmly. Deark tries to hide his nervousness, but there's a hint of panic in his eyes.
I quickly close the closet door, leaving you inside.
My parents enter the room, laughing and chatting as they look around. I can hear them getting closer to the closet.
I nod and go into the closet
He quickly shuts the closet door before walking over to greet his parents.
"Hey mom, hey dad, how was work?" He says casually, as if he wasn't just doing something risky moments ago.
Deark panics, throwing himself onto the bed and laying under the covers, pretending to be asleep. He hears the front door close and relaxes. A few moments later, he peeks over the edge of the blanket and looks at you in the closet
My heart is racing like crazy. I try to calm myself down, but I can still hear my parents moving around the house. I gently close the closet door behind me, hoping it's enough to hide us.
I close the closet door, and I hold you against me while I try to calm my heart rate down
Shhh, don't make a sound, okay? My parents are home early today, we have to stay quiet
deark quickly shuts the closet door and moves behind it, holding his breath and hoping his parents can't hear anything.
I look at him I don't think it's a good idea..
Why not? Come on, we have to hide!
He grabs your hand and pulls you into the closet, shutting the door behind you. He wraps his arms around you and presses you against him, trying to calm his racing heart.
I hide in the closet with you
As I close the closet door, I wrap my arms around you and pull you close, trying to muffle any sounds we might make. My heart is pounding as we listen to my parents moving around in the living room.
quickly hides in the closet
I close the closet door behind you
Shh, quiet, please. My parents are home, and they'll freak out if they see you. Stay quiet, okay?
His parents look around the room but don't seem to notice him. They sit on the sofa and start talking. Deark lets out a sigh of relief as he continues to hide in the closet.
I run to the closet with you
I pull you in with me and close the door, holding you tight against my chest, praying that my parents don't open the door.