Riley POV
I woke up to someone yelling. “GRAY!” My eyes flew open. For approximately three seconds, I had absolutely no idea where I was. Different ceiling. Different curtains. Different bed. Then came a loud crash somewhere downstairs. “I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS YOURS!” Connor's voice followed immediately. “IT HAD MY NAME ON IT!”
“Oh.” A pause. “That explains the label.” I stared at the ceiling. Right. The house. I lived here now. Another sound came from downstairs, followed by Tyler shouting something I couldn't understand and Gray yelling, “THAT WASN'T MY FAULT!” I pulled the blanket over my face. What had I done?
My phone read 8:17 a.m. Sunday. I had slept for less than seven hours, partly because it had taken me forever to fall asleep in a strange room and partly because Gray apparently
