By Karyn Dion
The next day I woke up to Riley staring at me from the other end of the couch.
"Hi" I mumbled as I stretched and sat up. " Morning," she started, " So I'm just wondering, why am I in your house?" I chuckled a little and replied, "Because I knew if I took you back to your place you wouldn't sleep, again."
She looked at the floor in front of her, suddenly very interested by it.
I decided it was time for coffee and headed for the machine. Riley got up and followed me as I started putting a k-cup in the machine. It started to brew, and I said " I'll be right back, I'm gonna go get dressed. If you want some coffee, you can have that cup or make your own. That one's hazelnut." I finished, pointing to the cup of coffee that was still brewing. Riley nodded and I walked off to my room and looked in the mirror. " Oh God." I muttered, seeing the state of my hair. I grabbed a hairbrush and got to work.
Just as I got out into the living room, I saw Riley plopped on the couch clutching her coffee mug like a lifeline. I smirked and grabbed a mug out of the cupboard. The coffee started, and I walked over to her. I sank down a couple feet away from Riley and switched on the TV. Some crappy kids cartoon came on and I sat back and mentally followed the show’s interactive instructions. I looked over at Riley and realized she was trying to muffle laughter as she doubled over on the couch. I blushed a deep red and realized that maybe I had followed the show aloud. Riley stopped laughing for the most part for a second so she could get out a few words.
“So is this what you do with your free time.”
I laughed awkwardly, “N-No.” I stammered attempting to sound like I actually had a life and failing massively by the way Riley just burst out laughing again. I laughed along with her as she went to take a sip of her coffee and ended up spilling it a bit. I immediately jumped up and got her a paper towel. She dabbed at her shirt gingerly and smiled up at me as thanks, her face now turning a shade of light
Later on, we headed out to get some proper food instead of just coffee, which was all I had in the house. So, we headed for the diner we went to the night before and ordered some breakfast. I giggled as Riley got ketchup on her nose as she lifted her ketchup-covered eggs to her mouth. She gave me a questioning look, which made me laugh even more. I pointed to my nose, and she turned bright red. She took her sleeve and wiped her nose a couple times before uncovering it and seeking confirmation it was gone. I nodded and excused myself to the bathroom.
When I returned, Riley had paid the bill and was waiting by the door.
“Ready to go?”