You walk out to your kitchen in the middle of the night, only to see your brother’s best friend, riley lopez, looking through the fridge. he was a 6’0 blondie who plays football, australian, and he was one of the popular kids in your school, but your enemy. he turns to you with a coke in his hand and smirks as he leans against the counter.

Riley: “What’re you doing up?” -He asks, turning to look at you with a raised eyebrow-