Wishful Thinking/Lynn's Point of View

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Lynn rushes into the house with a sigh of relief, closing the door behind her. She contemplates leaving and Stacy outside as a joke. "Maybe a little while, so I can dry myself off," she decides.

"Lynn, honey, is that you?" comes a cry from the kitchen.

"Huh, mom? What are you doing home?!" Lynn calls back, quickly looking for a place to hide. Making sure the coast is clear she bounds her way to the washroom, "I didn't even see the car in the driveway."

"Oh, that hunk of junk died on me again," Lynn's mom answers. "I sent it to the shop and called off my appointment. How was swimming?"

To welling off, Lynn walks back out a little more comfortable in the towel. "It was nice, I hope it's ok if I brought a few friends over."

"Sure hon, I can make you guys some sandwiches." Lynn's mother takes a glance at her daughter. "Lynn! Put some clothes on! It's bad enough you walk around like that when no one's around, but you have company!"

Lynn rolls her eyes. She returns to the door and peeks outside. "You're not going out like THAT are you?!" her mother cries from inside.

Ignoring her, Lynn looks to the bush where the others were waiting. No one is there so she steps out to look around. "Lynn! Get back in here!!" Lynn's mother shouts. Lynn gets a quick look at the open basement window before she feels the tug of her towel. The fabric unravels as the blonde frantically grabs hold of one end to keep herself decent. "Geez, mom, if you complained about me wearing nothing but a towel, why take it away when I'm outside?"

"Get back inside or it's nothing at all, girl!"

"Fine," Lynn grumbles, wrapping the cloth around her again.

"Where are your friends, by the way?"

"I, uh, I think they're waiting around back." Lynn lies.

"Well, you go put something on then let them in. I'll go downstairs and grab the extra cups and plates.

"Oh, no, I can do that, don't worry about it," Lynn volunteers hastily.

"Alright," Lynn's mom says, just don't keep your friends waiting too long.

Lynn races inside and rushing into the basement closing the door before her mother enters the house.

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