Autumn Lawrence was leisurely strolling home after a long day of classes at Hartwright University when she noticed the sky darkening and the wind picking up. Pulling her scarf higher and her jacket tighter, she picked up her pace and hastily walked the last eight blocks to her front door. By now the rain had begun falling lightly and there was no sign of the sun in the sky. Autumn reached in her pocket for her key, but it wasn't there. She sighed and started rummaging through her backpack, to no avail.
"Are you kidding me? Of all the days to be locked out of my house it's now?!" she yelled to no one in particular. She slumped onto the stoop and took out her phone to call a friend. The moment she pressed the call button -beep beep- the battery died. "Fuck everything!" Autumn once again shouted into the air as she threw her phone back into her bag. At this point the rain was coming down steadily and the wind was whipping her hair into her face and she knew she could either sit there and tough it out, or head next door to wait it out with the Spencers.
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Locked Out
RomanceTwenty year old Autumn Lawrence gets more than a warm welcome when she forgets her keys and goes next door to the Smiths' home to wait out the approaching storm.
