Twilight's Legacies: The Milson Legacy 1.1

Taaadaaaa my surprise! I know- not a very good one. But this surprise is ONLY on Blogger.... Enjoy~

Finally. I place that I, Riley Milson, can call home. A home of my own.

The house was quaint. But good just for me. It had a little bit of a french country feel, but my interior decorating skills could hardly hold up the house's image.

Immeadiatly after putting everything away in its place I passed out on the bed as fast as I could.

I was exhausted, I moved within my town, and I could hardly imagine the difficulties of moving out of state. Or out of country.

I was woken up almost as immediately as I fell asleep. A sharp rapping on my front door had jolted me into reality.

Matty. My best friend.

Matty looked as if he had been crying...

Matty: Hey Riley... Mind if I crash here for a bit... They kicked me out.

They. Matty's horrid parents, they treated him awful ever since he had come out.

Riley: Matty! Of course! You can stay here as long as you need to!

Guess my moments of being in my own little solitude was over, not that I minded helping out a friend in need.

Matty: That is such a relief! I thought I would have to live on the streets. Plus, Jason broke up with me. Again. Seriously, I'm done with him.

Jason... The on-again off-again. Jason was nice when he wanted to be, but hardly treat me right.

Matty looked as if he was about to burst into tears again, so I used the time quickly to get him inside.

But before I could turn to enter the house again he pulled me away from the door and hugged me.

Matty: You're a true friend, you know that Riley? I don't know what I would without you.

I couldn't help but smile.

Riley: I know. And I am always here for you.

Riley: SO! This is the place!

Matty: Oh, it looks... uhm. Nice I guess.

*cricket cricket*

Matty: Were you attempting to bring out a French theme?

Damn. He could see through my cover.

After Matty was settled we spent the remaining nights of the week ordering take out, flipping through magazine, and listening to music. We even danced on the bed like teenagers.