Riley was miserable. His book wasn't selling, he was still girlfriendless, and his car- the only thing he'd received from his near-death experiences during the search for the Templar treasure- was once again repossessed. He'd never admit his state of mind, of course, especially not to his best friend. While Ben was an especially trustworthy man, Riley still always felt as if he were in competition with the other treasure hunter, and so put on a cheery smile whenever he was nearby. But his façade was cracking. He honestly didn't think he would be able to keep up this happy-go-lucky attitude for much longer.
Riley knew he was no competiti
After jamming the phone back into its proper place Riley kicked the wall angrily, severely chipping the paint and shattering his toe in a flash of white-hot, tentacled pain. During the few minutes that followed (which consisted of hopping around in his living room on one foot and cursing uncontrollably), he deducted it probably hadn't been such a good idea to kick a hard object shoe-less. Figures.
As soon as the cloudy-minded techie could bother himself to walk again he snatched his hoodie from a hook on the wall and hastily stepped into his action-tattered brown boots, grumbling all the while. Not long afterward the worn apartment door slam
National Treasure: We Are by ode2sokka, literature
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National Treasure: We Are
National Treasure: We Are
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Riley!
The shriek from upstairs would have been enough to pull Ben from his book if the younger mans sudden bolting out of the room hadnt done it. Riley had jumped off the couch and toward the door a good five seconds before Abigails yell had reached them. Sometimes, the computer genius had timing that amazed even him.
What did you do this time? Ben yelled after his friend, but the only response he got was the slamming of his own front door.
It didnt matter because Abby, dressed in a loose t-shirt, shorts, and still dripping wet, slid into the room righ