(Luca's POV)
"So, is Riley going to stay with us?" Storm asked.
"H-He said h-he'll t-t-talk t-to his mom t-t-ton-night," I said and he nodded. He put some of the spaghetti on two plates and we took them to the dining room. We talked and ate until I heard the doorbell ring. I got up and answered the door.
"Hey, Luca," Riley said, as he stood there with a duffel bag.
"H-Hey, c-c-come on i-in," I said and stepped aside. Riley came in and Storm walked into the living room to see who's here.
"Hey, how are you?" Storm asked.
"I'm good, thanks. Oh, and thanks for letting me stay here," Riley said.
"No problem, Riley."
"W-We're eat-ting. G-Go a-ahead in, I-I'll t-t-take your b-bag," I said and he nodded. I took his bag and put it upstairs in my room. We don't have a guest room right now si
