Stay (A Mithzan Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Riley's POV

After another seven days of work at the diner, Regan obsessing over her boyfriend and One Direction, guitar lessons, and one gig at a local bar, I was tired. Really tired.

I jogged home from the diner, and came up on the all too familiar steps once again. Same grey, beat- down stairs. Same. Dull. I pretty much got used to those words since I moved to Arizona. I walked through our door, pushing back a few strands of hair that fell out of my ponytail from the jog. Regan and Kenedie both bombarded my as usually.

"Hey Ri. Did you hear what happened to Harry today?" Regan said to me, and I smiled when her eyes lit up just by the mere thought. "Nope. I've been at work all day. Remember?" I said laughing, and she rolled her eyes. "Yeah I knew that! I just know you don't pay any attention to them so I can impress you with the knowledge I have." She said pretending to act like a dive. "Oh really? What if I said I wasn't impressed?" I said smirking even wider. "That would be rude. But moving on." She said, and Kenedie intervened. "We have to have the Rock Band competition tonight since you are leaving tomorrow." She said, and I mentally face palmed. "Okay. Just let me shower then I'll meet you out here if you want to get it set up. And no promises on how long because I still have to pack." I said, and Regan rolled her eyes. "We're obviously going to help you." She said, and I just smirked, walking off. "Okay. Be out in a bit." I said, and they both chorused an 'okay.'

I climbed out of the shower, and dried off. I could hear Kenedie and Regan complaining from behind the door. "Riiiiiiileeeeeeey! Hurry up!" Kenedie said, and Regan just continuously just banged her fist on the door. "Shut up. I'm almost done." I said, and I heard them both sigh again. I grabbed my brush from the counter, and quickly brushed through my tangles, before getting dressed into a Nirvana t-shirt and some grey sweats that I hung around my waist before walking out the door. "FINALLY!" Regan said, and I rolled my eyes. "Well lets go then before I fall asleep." I said, and both of them shot up from the floor they were laying on, and out to our sad version of a living room to play.

"FIVE STARS!" I yelled dropping the guitar from my hand, and letting the neck strap catch on my shoulder. Kenedie laughed, and Regan just threw her drumsticks down on the couch she was sitting one. "Rotate!" We all yelled, and we both hurried to climb into the new spot before the next song started. I got situated in the drums, and watched as the notes to Bastille's song Pompeii. We all had our settings on hard. The usual. So my arms were burning as the notes flew across the screen faster, and faster. "And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we loved." Regan yelled in to the mic, and Kenedie was failing miserably at guitar. "Come on Kenedie! Keep pressing random buttons. You're doing great!" I said laughing at her trying. "Shut up! You know this is way to confusing to try and keep up at this pace." She said, and Regan finished off the song, clearly out of breath.

I dropped the drum sticks, and started laughing even harder. "A whole two stars guys!" I said, and Regan shut off the system. "Oh yeah! We should start our own band." Kenedie said tucking the guitar into its little corner, and I put the drums next to it. "Yeah well I should probably go finish packing." I said, and they both looked at me confused. "You already started?" Regan questioned me, and I nodded. "Yeah." I lied, and she shrugged. "Have fun then. Enjoy your week." She said giving me a hug before walking into her room. "Yeah. What she said." Kenedie said then yawned. She gave me a quick hug too before walking into her room, and shutting the door.

After I got everything shut off in the living room, I walked into my room to start packing. I looked at the clock, and saw it was already 8, and I had to be up by at least 3, knowing how fast I get ready. I groaned pulling out a suitcase from under my bed. I looked around my room, and sighed, starting to pack.

After I had everything packed, including my carry-on, I fell backwards on my bed. I set my alarm, and pushed my suitcase to one side, just sleeping next to it.