(Your friend is Riley btw. Imma do short stories for both Riley and your other friend, Oscar)
Finally, your treehouse had been built. You step back and admire your masterpiece, smiling widely. It had taken about a year to collect all the wood and nails, let alone build the damn thing. So now was your chance to decorate it! Paint, beanbags, maybe even a desk in the corner. This was going to look cool!
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(Not drawn by me!! Credit to artist)
You head home, grab the stuff you have been wanting to put in there, and head back to your tree house. It takes several trips to get all the stuff there but eventually within the hour you get all the stuff there. On your last trip, however, you pause and stare through the trees.
Someone is standing there, admiring your work. They appear to be a girl, with blonde hair tied back and thick, nerdy glasses. She walked around the tree, a hand placed on her chin.
"Finally something that isn't sucky" she muttered, just loud enough for you to hear.
She turned and saw you. "Oi. Were you the one who built this?" she asked.
You nod silently. You were usually shy. The girl walked over and smiled. "Wow. Kid, you're pretty great at building!" she held her hand out for a hand shake. "The name's Riley. And you are?"
"Uh... (Y/N)" you reply quietly shaking her hand.
"Okay "Uh (Y/n)". Nice to meet ya" she replied, smiling.
Little did you know, this was the beginning of a long relationship. You never really made good friends except for Riley. Riley seemed to hate everything, but to her, you were tolerable.
"Put it there" she pointed to a corner where you were going to put the bean bag you had.
"Okay" you say simply before putting it there.
After putting the things in there, Riley gave you a friendly pat on the back. "Nice to see you. Here's my number. Meet you back here tomorrow?" she asked, handing you a piece of paper.
You take the paper and stare at it, then look up and nod. She smiles and walks off. "Cya later!" she calls.
