Forged [1]

Damn Shirt

⚫Riley's P.O.V.⚫

I sat on Seth's bed, waiting for him to come back. After a minute, he did just that.

He walked into the room, holding my clothes.

"Here you go," he said, tossing them to me.

"Thanks."

"No problem," he said, bending down and picking up the pair of clothes that he'd dropped earlier. "You can go change in the bathroom, I'll stay in here."

"Okay," I agreed, standing up and walking out, closing the door behind me. The lock didn't click.

I walked down the hall, opening the bathroom door and going in. I closed it, but decided not to lock it as well. It was just Seth and I after all.

I changed quickly and opened the door again, walking down the hall to Seth's room. The door was still closed.

I knocked. "You done?" I asked.

"Yeah, come in," he said from the other side.

I opened the door and walked in, looking up to see Seth pulling his shirt on.

Damn shirt.

I smiled to myself, chuckling softly.

"What is it?" Seth asked.

"What is what?"

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Alright then. Ready to go?"

"Yeah," I said, looking down. "I just don't know where it is."