“Christy. Christy. Christy.” Riley nagged, pulling on her shirt sleeve, as I sat back eating popcorn.
“What do you want Riles?” She replied, yanking her sleeve from his death grip.
“I just wanted to say you make killer popcorn,” He glanced at me. “That Maverly is eating all of!” He said, snatching the bowl from me.
A scream erupted from Christy’s surround sound system causing us to flinch.
“Who just died?” Christy demanded, looking at the screen. She muttered a curse. “Riley, you just made me miss a good 2 minutes of it!” She said, grabbing the remote off of the floor.
My phone started vibrating on the purple couch we were sitting on as I grabbed it, wiping my greasy hands on my napkin. I caught it just in time. Who else calls me other than my Mother? You got that right! Nobody.
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