Rule #10 Do not eavesdrop, you might not like what they're talking about...or doing.
Riley! She hasn't talked to me in a long time, it's been three years now. We had done everything together, I didn't remember why she left.
"Yeah.. it's me Zoë," I said taking a seat on my tardis themed bed.
"I missed you, when can I see you agian?" Riley asked, I let out a sigh.
"How about we meet tonight? Where do you live?" I asked, I lived in San Francisco. I wasn't far from her, she lived in L.A... I thought, I don't remember how she even looked.
I just wanted to see her again, what if she knows what happened to me? Finally someone that could tell me the truth! I could count on her, or could I?
We hanged up , and packed a bag with clothes.
A ride! Where would I get a ride?
Stiles.
This wasn't exactly a good time for him to give me a ride
I ran over to Stiles's bedroom window, and knocked four times. Knocking four times rhythmically was something I do all time since I started watching Doctor Who. Stiles opened the window and gave me a strange look, "Yeah?"
I bit my lower lip and looked sheepishly at him, "Can I borrow your car?"
"Why?"He asked.
"I need to see someone."
"Who?"
"Now you just sound like my over-protective father, Stiles."
"Zoë, tell me. Who?"
"Stiles, just trust me on this!"
He pressed his lips together, as he thought about it.
"Where to?"
I sighed exasperatedly, "San Francisco."
His eyes widened, "That far? On your own?"
"Yes, father."
He shook his head, "I'm driving."
"Fine."I muttered. I watched him, as he quickly jammed some clothes into his backpack and climbed out the window, almost giving me a heart attack in the process. The window was only one feet high.
We hurried to his car and swiftly got in. And we wasted no breath, soon enough we were in the route to San Francisco.
I lowered the window, smelling the fresh San Francisco Bay air. I remembered coming one time with my Dad. I turned and smiled at Stiles, he didn't smile back, instead he kept looking at the road.
"Come on, Stiles, smile for once." I say smiling again, I don't know why I kept smiling. Maybe I am happy..
"Please, just be quiet until we get there. Please?" He begged. I sat quietly. He's in a bad mood.
"Listen to me, were going to get you help!"
I heard yelling in my head. I put my hands on my head.
"Zoë, Zoë? Please don't......."
The voices faded.
"It came back to me," I muttered. I think he heard.
Was he going to murder me? Because it sure looked like it.
"What came back to you?" Stiles asked curiously.
"Nevermind, it was nothing." I said hastily.
"Zoë!" I looked at Riley, she came out and hugged me.
"Stiles? What is he doing here?" She looked at him mysteriously.
"We came to see Riley, eh?" He glanced at his car. Awkward...
Her blue eyes sparkled, her cheeks red with embarrassment. Not this again.. Can't there be a day without talking to anybody who doesn't know Stiles? I bit my lower lip. I had to stop the awkwardness.
"So Riley, can you show me around?" I asked politely. Her blond hair moved with the wind. She wore faded jeans, a pink turtle neck, and black high top converse. We headed to the door making my way in I saw Minty, Riley's chihuahua. I think he's about six years old. I got close to Minty, petting him gently.
"You remember Minty?" Riley asked.
"Yeah, I never forgot him." I kept petting Minty.
"He won't eat, or drink." She frowned, I couldn't help but frown, too.
"Why not?" I asked. Poor Minty, he would always eat.
"Well, the doctors don't know yet," She sighed.
"Well anyways, let me show you my room." I followed Riley to her room, it was warm and cozy.
Lights shimmered from the ceiling, a small bed sat in the corner of the room looking all filled up with stuffed animals. Her purple walls looked nice with her bed. She went and sat on her paper filled desk. She piled up all the paper and put them inside her AC/DC folder. We grew up loving AC/DC, and some other bunch of stuff. This is how I know I can trust her.
"Oh, AC/DC! Where did you get that, Ri Ri?" Stiles said in a girly voice, mocking me. I punched him in his arm.
"What was that for?" Stiled moaned in pain.
Riley sat on her desk getting ready to burst into guffaws. I chuckled knowing that was kind of funny. I sat on Riley's tardis themed bed.. Twins!
"You know nothing about AC/DC!" Riley finally said. Stiles scoffed.
"Yeah, I do." He said proudly.
"Name one of their songs." She smirked like she knew what was going to happen next.
"Sweet Child of Mine.." He said proudly. Not even close.
We both laughed, and looked at each other.
"No, that's not AC/DC." I chuckled.
"Fine, I don't know them much." He admitted.
"It was obvious." Riley muttered.
Stiles turn red from embarrassment. I didn't know Stiles could blush. He looked at his feet.
" Where's the bathroom?" Stiles asked Riley shyly.
"Just go to the left." She pointed out the door. Finally, he's gone.
"Riley?" I asked.
"Yeah?" She looked up at me confused. I sighed. Finally the moment of truth!
"What happend to...." I was stopped by Stiles.
"Can I get a glass of water?" Stiles asked, he looked back at me while Riley lead him to tne kitchen. He probably knew what I was going to ask.
We entered the big kitchen surrounded by cupboards. How much cups do they have? I took a glass and poured some lemonade that was in the fridge. I drank slowly catching a glimpse of what Riley and Stiles were doing. Stiles was pouring water in his cup, and Riley was getting chips out of the cabinet. Nothing suspicious. I moved closer to them, they turned and looked at me.
"Just picking up my spoon." I said, dropping my spoon and picking it up again. Did they notice?
I smiled and went back to where I was standing. I kept drinking my lemonade, I took a sip and looked back to where Riley and Stiles were. Seriously, they were going to be acting like this the whole time? I had to get them to talk. And find out if Stiles liked Riley. Or if they dated before....No! Don't. Don't even go there, Zoë. I felt a strange twinge of jealousy. Why was I jealouse?
Because it's Stiles!
Yeah, the bipolar guy.
You like him.
When he's not all "It'll come back to you".
Admit it, Zoë, that little annoying voice in the back od my head said.
Yeah, I like him, you little annoying voice.
I threw the empty cup into the sink, and sat on one one of the wooden stools besides the counter. I watched as Stiles drank his lemonade, and Riley ate her Cool Ranch Doritos. I bit my lower lip, narrowing my eyes as I tried to read their expressions. But it was impossible, because, damn, did they have good poker faces. Stiles still looked worn out from all the mourning, his hair had grown and covered most of his forehead. His usually and bright, and sparkling blue eyes were dark pools of meloncholic and tears. He had a five O'clock shadow, and he wore the same clothes he wore this morning, a white T-Shirt and blue denim pants.
He chugged the last of his lemonade and placed the cup on the counter, and met my brown eyes with his blue ones. They were empty, completely blank. I wondered what he was hiding. What was so terrible that he couldn't tell me? I had a freakin' right to know what the freakin' hell happened to me. And to know why Stiles acted like a shy, nice kid around Riley. Freakin' morons.
"Riley, I need to talk to you alone."Stiles suddenly said, his voice betrayed him no emotion. He was completely on robot-mode. "Alone,"He added. Riley agreed silently.
"We'll be back, Zoë, there's more lemonade in the fridge if you want more. If my mom comes down and starts freaking out tell her you're visiting and that I am on the phone."Riley told me, and gave me a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Before I knew it they were up in her room doing God knows what. Why did I feel anxious, scared? It's not like they were going to make up or something.
Maybe they were going to talk...about what happened to me...
That's right. I really didn't want to be nosy here, but I had to know.
I was going to eavesdrop.
I tiptoed up the brown carpeted stairs, when I reached Riley's door, I pressed my ear to the door.
Nothing.
I listened harder, and still didn't hear anything.
I opened the door just a peak, and peered inside, gasping in the process. My eyes widened, and I felt like my heart dropped to my stomach.
Stiles and Riley were kissing.
Not talking about me.
But kissing.