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L.A. Invasion- Chapter 5: It Can't Be
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Spinner's POV
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I had to admit, as soon as I saw Riley in the bathroom, I was afraid. And I never fear anything. But something was not right, not in the least bit. Even though she said she wasn't crying before, I knew she was. I just hoped it wasn't anything terrible, if it had to be anything, let it be something small and harmless.
We didn't say too much on the way to the store. She walked much faster than me, you could see she was in a hurry, for what, I don't know.
"Spin, I'm going to go look at something. I'll meet you in the art department, okay?" Riley asked as we entered the store.
That was the first time I ever heard her call me "Spin". Hearing it, well, it gave weird feeling inside. Cheesy, right?
I nodded my head to answer her question, "Just be quick, because I need help in deciding on what to get."
She gave me a faint smile and walked down an isle.
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I stumbled with the many materials I had scrunched in my arms. Markers, pens, three poster boards and loose leaf paper. I had no idea what we needed, I don't even remember what the project was. I needed serious help, I needed Riley. And it had been about fifteen minutes since we got here, and still no sign of her. So assumed she wasn't going to meet me here, or she forgot. I guess it's a girl's purgative to change her mind.
After almost falling over with the supplies I decided to go and look for her. She couldn't have just disappeared.
I went up and down each isle of the little store, until I found Riley in the female section. Ah, the joy of women and their own isle. Why didn't I think of this before? Oh, that's right, I'm a guy.
"Riley? I thought you were going to meet me to help." I stated, a little annoyed I might add.
She jumped suddenly as if I caught her by surprise and dropped whatever she was carrying. "Oh sorry, here let me pick that up."
"NO!" She shouted, but I ignored her and knelt down to pick them up.
Then I saw it, pregnancy tests.
"These are for you?" Shock taking ahold of my once relaxed voice.
"My mom. Uh, they're for my mom." Riley snapped. Taking the tests out of my hands and shoving me out of the way, she began to walk to the cash register.
She was lying, I could tell. Anyone could tell, she practically stuttered all the words she said out.
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Back at her house, nothing changed. Riley didn't say much either, unless it was relating to the assignment. She sat on the edge of the couch lightly kicking her foot back and forth while clinking her long manicured nails against the wood coffee table.
I sensed she was nervous about what happened. "You can go take it."
"Huh?" She asked, shaking her head from the daze she was in.
"The test. Go take it."
"What are you talking about? I told you, those were for my mom."
"Riley don't do this, if your mom needed them she'd buy them herself. So just cut the crap and go take the test, because I know you need to."
She rolled her eyes as she got up from her seat. Grabbing a package, she went off to the bathroom.
L.A. Invasion- Chapter 5: It Can't Be
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Spinner's POV
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I had to admit, as soon as I saw Riley in the bathroom, I was afraid. And I never fear anything. But something was not right, not in the least bit. Even though she said she wasn't crying before, I knew she was. I just hoped it wasn't anything terrible, if it had to be anything, let it be something small and harmless.
We didn't say too much on the way to the store. She walked much faster than me, you could see she was in a hurry, for what, I don't know.
"Spin, I'm going to go look at something. I'll meet you in the art department, okay?" Riley asked as we entered the store.
That was the first time I ever heard her call me "Spin". Hearing it, well, it gave weird feeling inside. Cheesy, right?
I nodded my head to answer her question, "Just be quick, because I need help in deciding on what to get."
She gave me a faint smile and walked down an isle.
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I stumbled with the many materials I had scrunched in my arms. Markers, pens, three poster boards and loose leaf paper. I had no idea what we needed, I don't even remember what the project was. I needed serious help, I needed Riley. And it had been about fifteen minutes since we got here, and still no sign of her. So assumed she wasn't going to meet me here, or she forgot. I guess it's a girl's purgative to change her mind.
After almost falling over with the supplies I decided to go and look for her. She couldn't have just disappeared.
I went up and down each isle of the little store, until I found Riley in the female section. Ah, the joy of women and their own isle. Why didn't I think of this before? Oh, that's right, I'm a guy.
"Riley? I thought you were going to meet me to help." I stated, a little annoyed I might add.
She jumped suddenly as if I caught her by surprise and dropped whatever she was carrying. "Oh sorry, here let me pick that up."
"NO!" She shouted, but I ignored her and knelt down to pick them up.
Then I saw it, pregnancy tests.
"These are for you?" Shock taking ahold of my once relaxed voice.
"My mom. Uh, they're for my mom." Riley snapped. Taking the tests out of my hands and shoving me out of the way, she began to walk to the cash register.
She was lying, I could tell. Anyone could tell, she practically stuttered all the words she said out.
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Back at her house, nothing changed. Riley didn't say much either, unless it was relating to the assignment. She sat on the edge of the couch lightly kicking her foot back and forth while clinking her long manicured nails against the wood coffee table.
I sensed she was nervous about what happened. "You can go take it."
"Huh?" She asked, shaking her head from the daze she was in.
"The test. Go take it."
"What are you talking about? I told you, those were for my mom."
"Riley don't do this, if your mom needed them she'd buy them herself. So just cut the crap and go take the test, because I know you need to."
She rolled her eyes as she got up from her seat. Grabbing a package, she went off to the bathroom.