Forged [1]

"Nah?"

⚫Riley's P.O.V.⚫

"Riley? Wake up"

I did just that, but I didn't open my eyes.

"Riley? Come on," I heard Seth grunt, poking my arm. I kept my eyes closed, trying to keep from grinning.

Apparently it didn't work.

"I saw you smile," I heard him laugh. "Get up."

I opened my eyes, gazing up at him. He still wasn't wearing a shirt from when he went to bed. "Good morning," I grinned, struggling to keep my eyes on his face.

"Hey," he laughed. "My mom got some boxes from the post office. We can start packing stuff now."

I sat up, stretching. "We're starting now? Right after we wake up."

"I've been up for hours," Seth laughed.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I thought I'd let you get your beauty sleep."

"What, you think I need it?" I grinned.

"Nah."

"Nah?"

"Anyway," he said, clearing his throat. "Let's get packing."

"Let me get up first, yeesh," I laughed. I stood up, stretching. Seth stood up too.

"Now let's get packing."

"Calm down," I grinned. "I know you're excited, but damn."

"Sorry," he laughed. "I just can't wait to move."

"I guessed. Let's get packing then," I smiled.