𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝 (𝕊𝕒𝕝 𝔽𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚 ~ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕪𝕖

          I woke up to my phone buzzing like crazy. I lifted my head, looking around, seeing that I was still with the boys. Slowly getting up, trying not to wake either of them and frantically started searching for my phone.

"River, what are you doing?" I heard a raspy voice ask behind me. I turned around to see Sal rubbing his eyes, slowly sitting up and adjusting his mask.

"I can't find my phone, and it was going off like crazy a second ago," I said, looking under a pile of blankets at the end of the bed.

"Do you mean this phone?" He asks, holding it up, laughing slightly. I nodded my head and walked toward him, retrieving the phone. "Who was texting you?" He asked, looking over my shoulder at my phone.

"Oh just my mom, looks like she finally left her room. I should head up and see her," I said standing up, taking down my hair, and running my fingers through it. "Text me if you guys need anything or want to hang out later," I smiled at him, waving as I walked out of Larry's bedroom and Sal laid back down. I smiled to myself as I slowly made my way to the elevator, I really didn't think I would make any friends this soon, and I ended up running into these amazing people. They're kind of strange but in the best way possible. They're funny and awkward and interesting and smart and creative and both of them are pretty cute... I know that Sal has the whole prosthetic thing going on, but there's just something about him, I can't help but get butterflies when I look at him... I got snapped out of my thoughts as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I smiled and shook my head, I just met them, I shouldn't think things like that yet. I slowly opened my apartment door and walked in seeing my mom in the kitchen on her phone.

"Hey mom," I said walking over to her, giving her a hug.

"Hey hun, why didn't you come back last night?" She asked, concerned. My mom is kind of never around, she locks herself away for days at a time, and always has, well... ever since the murder at least. But she never stops caring about me, which at this point, is the most that I can really hope for.

"Oh, I made some new friends and I ended up accidentally falling asleep while watching a movie with them last night," I said, pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge.

"I'm glad you've made friends so fast, I know that moving was hard on you... but we both know that it was for the best," She said, slowly, putting her phone on the counter as I nodded in agreement. "Thank you for setting up, by the way. I should have helped you... I'm so sorry hun," She said, hugging me tightly.

"Don't worry about it mom, plus we both know that if you set it up the couch would be in the middle of the room with the coffee table and tv behind it because you thought it 'looked cool'" I said, slightly laughing at my mother. She was a very artistic person, and so any time she thought something looked interesting, as impractical as it was, she would leave it just the way it is, which I understand, to an extent, but back in New York, our living room floor was completely covered for almost 3 months by a maze she made out of her shoes.

"Oh come on, you don't want to hang some heels and bras and shit from the ceiling fan and have a great piece of feminist modern art right here in our living room?" She laughed, taking her coffee and sitting on the couch.

"As great as that sounds, we both know something would go wrong," I laughed, pouring myself a cup of coffee. I walked into the living room, grabbing the TV remote, and was about to sit down with my mother until we heard a knock on the door. My mother gave me a questioning look and I shrugged my shoulders and went to answer it, opening the door to see a sleepy Sal, holding my skateboard.