Shawn cracked the front door and peeked inside, a jolt running through him as he saw a large body on the couch but was quickly relieved at the gurgling snores.
But where was his dad...
Hopefully also passed out. Surely if he wasn't he would've heard a sign by now.
He left the door cracked as he walked down the creaky wooden stairs.
"Come on. Be quiet they're passed out."
Kelsey nodded, sliding out of her seat and grabbing her backpack out of the back of the truck, following Shawn through crunching gravel to the three steps leading up to a small landing.
Shawn poked his head in the door to double check when he felt Kelsey bump into the back of him, sending the door flying open and nearly toppling him.
He dared not breathe as he looked towards the couch but thankfully Deanna didn't move.
He looked back to Kelsey where she whispered, "sorry."
If he wasn't so on edge about reaching the far end of the trailer to his room he would've found this comical.

He merely shook his head and motioned for her to follow him through the living room hoping she didn't pay too much attention to the clutter lining the tobacco stained walls.
The trip down the hallway to the far left of the house was the longest he had to endure; he pushed his door open and stepped aside as Kelsey walked in.
He immediately shut his door and flipped the lock before he could release his paralyzed lungs.
"Sorry this isn't the Hilton but... I did warn you.
"It's ok... I'll settle for motel 6."
"Very funny."
"Just joking," said Kelsey, looking around the small room that was considerably less cluttered than what they just trailed through.
"Excuse the mess-in here, not all...yeah I kind of didn't expect company."
"I'm sorry..."
"Not your fault. I understand. Shit happens."
Shawn pulled his keys out of his pocket and placed them on the dresser, glancing back to Kelsey who had set her backpack at the foot of the bed.
"Go ahead, sit down. Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure."
"What you like to watch? I got Netflix." Said Shawn as he grabbed the remote and turned on his tube style tv across the room from the bed sitting on an old square stand.
"It doesn't matter," said Kelsey as she sat at the foot of his soft full size bed.
He backed up to sit a few feet away from her, close to his floppy pillows folded under his blue thick comforter.
"Why's everything my decision?"
"It's your house. I'm just a drifter remember?"
"Well drifter, I started watching this DC show....