Riley was tired from his first day at Foretescue's and just wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon in his room listening to come cello. He couldn't even muster the mental energy to actually play himself but would have been glad to listen to his own selection.
It had taken about two days after Ryan had left for Riley to figure out he had actually moved out. Sneaking into his bedroom (He knew he shouldn't have, but he wanted to know) he had finally recieved the slap in the face. Ryan had moved out and he had missed the memo about it..
Now a few days later, Riley found himself standing in the kitchen in fron of his father dressed in an apron who looked like he was about to prepare something nice and sweet for an evening in and Riley suddenly felt out of place. "No thanks." he said, his mouth feeling a bit pasty all of a sudden.
"I had my first day at Foretescue's today." he said softly. His head was pounding as if someone was playing drums in it. "I'm actually.. just on a break I have to go back." Of course it was a lie, he just didn't think his father would be home when he got back. His plans had been to come home and lock himself in his bedroom, knowing his father would be working a bit late and so did his Mum. But now it seemed like his plans had changed and Riley didn't want to be home anymore.