Richies pov
As soon as I got home I could smell the alcohol and weed that my father was using, I poked my head into the living room and saw that he wasn't there, I looked out the window and noticed his car wasn't there either
"How the fuck did I miss that-"
I sighed, my father tends to leave for weeks on end without telling me.
I shook my head as if to get rid of my thoughts, and then I walked up the stairs and into the room, shutting the door and locking it in case he did come back.
I tossed my backpack onto my bed and then remembered the book that was in it so I sat on my bed, leaning against my headboard as I pulled out stans book, I thought about how I would be invading his privacy but I had always wanted to know what went on in his pretty little mind, he told me things because we are best friends but I'm sure he doesn't tell me everything.Before I could talk myself out of it I opened up the book, beginning to read the first page.
YOU ARE READING
Diary //Stozier
Fan fikciaRichie just so happens to get a hold of Stans diary, and decides to look through it