Chapter 1993 Just Do It For The Views:>Ep2
- As soon as I opened the door I knew that all my hopes and prayers were in vain. What hit me first was the loud and obnoxious music blaring out, which would have been bad enough but what I saw made it worse. Taking over the entirety of the living room Riley had set up a film stage for one of her livestreams. A tripod in the middle of the room held up an expensive camera and several lights washed the whole area in brightness. Off the the side were several moveable clothing racks filled with a variety of strange costumes, and nearby was a frame holding up a thin curtain. The focal point of the room was the couch, with a large mic sitting on the coffee table in front of it. Riley was lying stretched out on the couch in some tiny shorts and a small shirt. The flatscreen tv across from her showed what the camera was capturing, stamped with the word LIVE in red across the upper left-hand corner that let me know she was broadcasting. A large monitor on a small table to the right of the coffee table showed what seemed to be the chat of the people watching Riley, and she had a keyboard and mouse on the coffee table as well. The site she was streaming on was completely unfamiliar to me, though I wasn't surprised at all by that.
- Riley was fully engrossed in some topic she was discussing with her viewers, and was loudly reading off some comment and then responding to it. I couldn't have cared less what she was chatting about so I focused on trying to stay quiet and silently prayed that I might be able to sneak by without drawing her attention towards me. I knew that if I interrupted her stream she would grow angry with me and make my day as miserable as she could. I had made it nearly all the way to the stairs that would lead me up to my room when I accidentally hit my gym bag against a wall. At that sound Riley's head rapidly turned towards me and I saw that she wore a fierce scowl.
- "What the fuck, I'm trying to stream here. I don't need a dork fumbling around in the background ruining everything bro." She snapped at me, her voice filled with vitriol and annoyance. She only called me bro because she knew how much I hated being reminded that her mother had married my father, despite us both being adults when it happened and us not growing up together at all. I hated how easily she could push my buttons, which was a skill she had long honed and developed.