Riley
I sat in my bedroom working on homework. It was 11 at night and all I really wanted to do was sleep, but I had to get this work finished. I loved skipping class, but it made for a crap ton of homework to get caught up on.
I heard a tap on my window and when I looked over I saw Michael looking back at me, smile on his face. I walked over to the window and opened it, letting him. He hugged me and kissed me on the forehead, before sitting on my bed and I walked back over to my desk.
"Aw Riley, why won't you come sit with me?" He whined.
"Because I'm behind on homework since I skipped yesterday."
"I hope you're not blaming me." He said.
"Of course not, I'm just stating a fact."
"Okay, well do you want me to leave then?"
"No, you can stay. I like the company."
"Good, because I wasn't leaving anyway."
I chuckled and went back to doing my homework. He opened my closet and took out a bag of chips that I had stored up there then sat back down on my bed and scrolled through his phone.
"How was band practice today?" I asked.
"It went good. You should know, don't you listen to us like everyday?"
"Yeah, but I went shopping with Dustie. We went looking for outfits to wear to the concert on Saturday."
"You're excited about it aren't you?" He asked.
"Yeah! It's my first concert."
"Really? You've never been before?"
"Nope, never. It's always been too expensive."
"Well I'm excited too, but mostly just to go with you."
He walked over and bent down, kissing me on the lips. We parted and I just gave up on homework. We sat in my floor and ate chips while watching Netflix on my laptop.
We were both snuggled up together, when there was a knock on my door and before I had time to react, there stood my mom standing in the doorway with the most shocked expression on her face.
"What is going on in here?!" She practically yelled.
"Mom I can explain, it's not what it looks like."
"It's exactly what it looks like. There's a boy in your room and that's all I need to know." She looked directly at Michael and didn't say anything. He just hung his head and slowly walked out of the room and downstairs. I didn't know what to say or do, I just stood there.
"Mom, I-" She put her hand up to interrupt me and shook her head.
"No, Riley don't. Stay in your room, we'll talk later when I've had a chance to calm down."
She walked out and closed the door behind her. I sunk down on my bed and cried. Maybe it was silly to cry, but that's all I could do and I had no idea what was going to happen. She was obviously mad, I just didn't know what my punishment was going to be. I was expecting the worst, but hoping for the best.
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Almost two hours later there was a knock on my door. I sat up in my bed and said, "Come in." My dad opened the door and came over and sat down beside me on my bed.
"Your mom told me what happened." He said.
"Oh." I didn't know what else to say.
"She's pretty upset about it." He said.
"Yeah I know. Nothing happened, Dad. He would never take advantage of me like that, contrary to what you and Mom think, Michael is actually a really good guy and he cares about me."
"I don't doubt that at all, but he was in your room and you know how we feel about that."
"Yeah, I know. So what's my punishment gonna be?" I asked.
"We talked it over and we don't want him coming over here anymore."
"Dad, no please. We'll hang out in the living room or the porch, wherever you want."
"Riley, please. You can hang out at school and with your friends, but that's it. We don't want him driving you to school anymore either."
"What? Dad no please." I pleaded.
"Riley the decision is final. As long as your with your friends, that's fine, but no more alone time with him."
"But nothing happened! We did nothing." I said in frustration.
"That's not the point."
"Then what is?" I asked.
"We don't know him. We have no idea what kind of person he is and until we know that, you can't spend anytime with him outside of school and your other friends, understood?"
I just shook my head, trying not to break out in tears.
"Okay, good. I know you don't think this is fair, but we are doing what we think is right for you. This is how it has to be."
"I know." I barely whispered.
"Why don't you come down for dinner?"
"I'm not hungry." I said.
"Alright, then." He said. He kissed me on the forehead before walking out my door and down the stairs.
I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes. Tears came and I laid there, silently crying and wishing that I hadn't been so stupid and so infatuated with a boy that I knew I could never have.
After I had cried and made all my makeup run, I took a nice hot shower and changed into my pajamas. I walked over to my desk and tried to finish what little homework I had left. I saw a picture of Micheal and I at our spot on the cliff and I started to cry all over again.
Suddenly I saw the all to familiar glow of light shining in to my room. I turned around and saw Michael standing in his window. I walked over to mine and opened it, he turned his light off.
"Hey, what's up?" He asked.
I shrugged. "Well, we can't hang out anymore."
"I kind of figured that." He said. "What'd they say?"
"We can't hang out alone anymore and you can't drive me to school anymore either. We can still hang out at school, but only with our friends."
He shook his head. "Why?"
"They don't trust you. They just think your trouble."
"Because of how look?"
I slowly nodded my head, not making eye contact with him.
"Alright, what's it gonna take?" He asked.
"What do you mean?"
"What's it gonna take for them to trust me?" He asked.
"I don't know. They think your trouble and that you're bad for me, so prove to them that you're not."
"Okay then, I will."
"Seriously?" I said, surprised.
"Yeah. I'm gonna show your parents that they're wrong about me. I'm not the person they think I am and I'm gonna show them. I've got three weeks left to do it."
"Michael, you really don't have to do this."
"Nope I do. I'm not just gonna lose you now. Not after everything we've done together. I want them to like me and see me for who I am."
I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. He was doing this for me. He wanted to show my parents that he was a good person, all so he could be with me. I guess things weren't as bad as I had thought they were.
