Stoneybrook Ayr

It seemed like in the last month, Stacey's life had become about avoiding. Avoiding Austin and Sheila, avoiding Marty, avoiding King, avoiding her Mom, avoiding home. She'd spent a lot of time at Claudia's, and when she was home, she was in her room. She didn't quite know what to say to King about what happened, not that it probably even mattered to him, but she was trying to avoid him for as long as possible anyway.

Unfortunately, she had no idea when he was home, and that had made for some times when avoiding him was impossible. Right now was one of those times, she realised as her hand froze on the fridge handle. That was definately him coming down the stairs, and it was too late to flee.

Turning slowly, she gave him a brief look, before turning back. Yep, it was King.

"Hey," she said quietly, pretending the contents of the friedge were fascinating.