Riley dripps Stories

Chapter 1: Morning Dripps The flat was quiet except for the rattle of Ty's controller and the low hum of his game. Sunlight split through the blinds, striping the couch where he sat in his hoodie, hair a dark tangle. Seventeen, broke, fresh off another fight with Mum. He'd shown up at Riley's door with one backpack two weeks ago. She hadn't asked questions, just rolled her eyes and said, "Couch is yours. Don't eat my cere...