Let's talk about Riley.
Life has thrown her around quite a bit. And not in the good way. She lost her mother and her brother and had therapy - but that was only until she was six.
She's twelve now, living in an orphanage but it's not so bad. She get...
After we cleaned up the dishes from our late breakfast, Phil reminded me that they had to go to work tonight and that I'd be getting two babysitters.
But I'm not meant to think of them as 'babysitters' according to Dan because he doesn't want to pay them and he wouldn't trust them around an actual baby.
I've been bugging them for the past half hour to tell me who's coming over but they won't crack.
"PLEASE DAN," I'm begging on my knee's by now. It's slightly pathetic, but Phil looks like he might cave in eventually.
"No, Riley, it's a surprise! Besides, what's it to you?" Dan asks.
"I want to know if there's any merch I'm going to have to hide, because considering who your friends are. . "
"Who said we were trusting a couple of our friends with your safety?" Phil asks, taking over for Dan.
"Well you guys did just say you weren't going to pay them, soo. ."
"FINE! It's-" Dan starts but gets cut off by someone banging on the door.
Phil runs down the stairs to let them in.
"The party has arrived!" Says a familiar male's voice as they walk in.
"Is that?" I ask.
"Chris and Peej? Yeah," Dan confirms.
PJ runs in the room and starts jumping around with Chris in tow telling him to calm down.
"I'm sorry, I did tell him not to have any sugar," Chris says whilst wresting with PJ's arms to keep them still, so he doesn't knock anything over. "But he said he was hungry so he bought a snack from the corner store."
"We do have food ye know?" States Dan.
"Yeah but I wanted Snickers!" Yells PJ, struggling against Chris' grip.
"Well, you're not you when you're hungry," I laugh.
"Yeah but he's not him when he's full either," pants Chris.
"Toffer, I think I had too much sugar," PJ says shaking his head.
"No kidding mate," huffs Chris. "And stop calling me that!"
"Guys. Guys! GUYS!" Dan says trying to get their attention. "We have to leave in. ."
Phil checks his watch. "Five minutes."
"Right. You know what, leave now. Get to work early for a change," suggests Chris.
"We can take care of little Skyris here," says Peej, patting my head.
"Right. . ." Phil says, looking concerned.
"Ya know, if you leave now, you won't have to hear any more of the sh*t that'll come out of our dear friends mouth here," Chris whispers.
My dad's nod and take a runner. Just before the door closes I hear a "Bye honey! Be good!"
"I will," I yell down the stairs.
The guys and I stand in silence for a couple minutes before I pipe up.
"Uh, Hi," I say.
"How do you do, Skyris?" PJ asks.
'Skyris?' Chris mouths looking confused and shaking his head.
"Um no, it's Riley, actually," I point out. "And PJ Liguori, what ARE you on?"
Chris laughs. "Trust me, this's all sugar. If we're lucky he'll calm down within a few minutes."
I nod. "I um- Alright then. How was filming with Aunt Brittany?"
"Oh she's such a gem," Chris says fondly. "She's focused one hundred percent from the minute the red light starts blinking till the minute it stops!"
"Yeah! She'd be a perfect tiny planet explorer! Shame she's so tall," PJ giggles.
Chris and I sigh and flop onto the couch, with PJ deciding to sit cross legged on the floor.
We flick on the TV and try our best to keep Peej calm.
