Dear August

|Thrity-Five|

"Pssst! Riley?" A buzzing voice whispers into my ear. I hug my pillow tighter and turn away from the annoying voice.

"Riley?" A hand shakes my shoulder.

"Hm?" I hum out in an angry tone.

"Get up!"

"No!" I protest as I hug my strangely warm pillow tighter. But then that's when I realize my pillow is in fact, not a pillow, but a Finley.

"Riley get up!" Finley shouts this time.

"Ah!" I jump, my top half sliding down the side of the bed slowly. "Hey!" I wince as I rub my head.

I look up at the wide open window that was revealing a rising sun.

"What time is it?" I yawn.

"Six," she says, sitting up from her laying position. Joey stirs in her bed from our loud voices.

"Are you insane?" I attempt to lift myself from the ground but fail. Giving up, I sigh and let my legs fall to the ground with the rest of my body.

"Yes, I am. I said we're leaving at 7, lazy asses."

"Too loud," Joey mumbles.

"Remind me again why she got her own bed?" I ask, resting my hands on my stomach.

"Rock paper scissors is the only form of government we have," Finley jokes.

Sitting up from my uncomfortable position on the floor, I glance out the window. Colorado has quite unique sunrises. The sky is stained with colors of pink orange and purple. I smile contently.

The five seconds of calm are interrupted when Finley throws a pillow right at Joeys face.

"Get up!" She shouts.

Joey shoots up, glaring holes through Finley's head.

"What. The. Hell." She says, bloodlust in her voice.

"Don't worry. I give you permission to do the same to August and Luca," Finley laughs.

Joey smiles at the suggestion and grabs a pillow from the bed and hops up from the bed towards the door.

As soon as Joey exits the room, a loud knock can be heard on the door next to us, followed by yelling and various things hitting the floor. Finley and I laugh.

I pry myself from the ground and grab something to change into.

"Wear something nice," Finley says as she brushes her hair.

"I don't think my mom packed any of my evening dresses," I joke.

"No I mean like, a nice top and nice jeans maybe."

I pull out a pair of ripped mom jeans, a red tank top and a black belt and hold them up to Finley.

"Perfecto," she gives me a thumbs up.

I pull the outfit on and slip on my vans.

"Oh and to add a little something," Finley grabs one of her necklaces from her bag and clips it around my neck.

I take the delicate pendant between my finger and admire it. It's one of her really nice necklaces, like real gold nice. The pendant has a smiling sun, crested on both sides of it. I glance up at her and quirk a brow.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Of course," she shrugs. "Besides I have a matching one." She fishes a necklace out of the front of her shirt and shows me it. I instead of a sun it was a moon.