The story of how I let my best friend into her own house.

I went over to my best friend's house the other night, but she wasn't home yet. Her father saw me sitting outside and let me in, so I texted her and told her that I was on her couch. 

A little while later, I hear a car pull up in her driveway. Her footsteps. Clink clink. She's pulled out her keys. Cliiink. Clink? Clink. She's struggling to unlock her door. SighKnock knock. "...Tiffany?" 

"Welcome home!" I say as I open the door to let her in. 

"As ironic as it is to have you let me into my own home..."