RIGBY'S POV:
I spend the entire night waiting for Creed to come home. Not completely sure why his absence matters so much, I feel frustrated.
The others entertain themselves, joking around as we eat the pizza we have ordered. Jett keeps shoving Ziggy's hands away from the pizza box, reminding him to leave some for Creed. Usually I'd say that Creed can feed himself, but a protective urge stirs within me that is completely unfounded.
I pick up the box, walking away from the breakfast bar where we have all been perched for the last hour and place the leftover pizza in the fridge.
Without saying anything, I walk out of the kitchen.
I'm about to turn on the Xbox when I remember that Creed is out. That strange disappointed feeling that has been tugging at me since Creed left this afternoon,
