Forged [1]

Shopping?

⚪Seth's P.O.V.⚪

I woke up to my alarm clock beeping loudly in my ear. I reached over and shut it off, letting out a yawn. I looked down at the floor where Riley was sleeping.

He was still sleeping peacefully, apparently not awoken by the loud beeping. I stood up, carefully stepping over him and going over to my closet. I took out a shirt and turned around, a bit surprised when I saw Riley sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"Hey," he yawned.

"Did I wake you up?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah."

"Sorry," I apologized, going to my dresser and taking out a pair of jeans. "My mom said she's going to take you shopping when she gets off work later. She's getting off at six today I think."

"Shopping?" He asked, puzzled for some reason. "Why?"

"To get some clothes that fit," I laughed.

"Oh..." he trailed off. "I didn't realize she'd let me stay long enough for me to need new clothes."

"I bet she'll let you stay as long as you have to," I smiled, looking away from him to hide it, "which could be a while."

"I guess..."

I looked back at him. He was frowning. He looked like he could cry again.

I walked over to him and sat in front of him on his bed.

"Can you please tell me what happened?" I asked in a low voice.

⚫Riley's P.O.V.⚫

He sat in front of me, asking me to tell him what happened. He looked concerned, worried even.

Should I? No...

"Please, you can trust me," Seth said softly.

I want to trust him. What if he and his family are like my dad?

"It's nothing," I lied, hugging my knees to my chest. He could obviously tell I was lying.

"Please tell me, Riley, it's obviously important," he said. Those were the same words my mom had used. I lost it.

I tried to hold it back, but I couldn't. I started crying again, harder than before.

⚪Seth's P.O.V.⚪

He's crying again...

"Riley, don't cry," I soothed, trying to comfort him. It wasn't really working. His sobs were so loud, I was sure my mom could hear from downstairs.

I moved next to him, putting my arm around his shoulders. He leaned into me and I put my other arm around him in a hug. He still had his knees to his chest, hiding his face.

"Shh, don't cry, Riley," I repeated softly. I felt his tears on my chest, realizing that I still wasn't wearing a shirt.

He was shaking really hard, and he couldn't stop crying. I looked up to see my mom in the doorway.

"Riley?" She asked softly.

He sniffed, leaning into me more. I tightened my arms around him, hugging him closer. I glanced over at the clock, noticing that I had missed the bus. I looked up at my mom.

"I'll call you in sick, you haven't had a sick day this year," she said softly, walking out of the room.

I looked down at Riley, who seemed to be calming down.

What did I say that upset him?