Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 4

It's about five o'clock, and I'm sitting in Ryan's room, on his computer chair, spinning around and around (just like I do every other single time I come here) and everything is just a big blur of white and then a little bit of Ryan.

Okay, and I'm going to be completely honest here, Ryan's house freaks the hell out of me. It's like, this big, huge thing with three floors, even though only him and his dad live here. There's probably about a gazillion rooms in the thing too, but I'm pretty sure all the doors except for Ryan's and George's bedroom and the ones on the first floor are closed at like, all times. And, well, I've never been to the third floor, but I'm assuming it's no different.

It's an old house, built in the early 1900's and as Ryan tells me, it's been passed on through generations, so it's always creaking and groaning, and I'm pretty convinced it's haunted by every single one of his dead relatives. Then, to top it all off, practically everything in the whole freaking house is white.

Ryan's room is a little better, it's not too creepy, but still creepy enough. I mean, his walls are white and bare, there's no posters, no pictures, no nothing, except for a wooden cross hanging above his bed. His bed covers are white, his curtains are white, his dresser is white, his computer desk is white, everything is white. I mean, every time I leave his house and step out into the real world, I go temporarily blind for a few minutes, it's really that white. It's like you stepped into... a cloud or something, and I wouldn't doubt if that's what they were going fpr. You know, clouds... heaven... haha.

Anyways...

The only thing that makes Ryan's room half decent is the guitar sitting in the corner, which, thank God, is not white.

"So, Ryan," I start, and I'm still spinning around on his computer chair, and I know that if I don't stop soon I'll be puking all over his white carpet. Then again, at least it might give it some colour for once.

"Hmm?" he asks from his bed, where he's lying on his back, staring up at his ceiling.

"Tell me your biggest secret."

"No way!" he immediately cries, like he just can't even believe I just suggested such a thing.

"Why not?" I prod, still going in the chair. "Come on. You know, it's not good to keep your secrets inside, Ry Ross." I finally decide to stop spinning, because I'm really starting to get the whole oh-my-god-I'm-going-to-puke-right-now feeling, and I see about five of him lying on his bed. Which I'm totally not complaining about, because, hello? Five Ryan Ross'? I think so.

"Fine, then. Tell me yours, Bren Urie."

"I don't have one," I say. Which, is like, almost true, besides the fact that I have a disgustingly huge crush on him. But, that's not really considered my biggest secret, because well, Jon knows, right?

"Whatever," he mutters. "Then, I don't have one either."

"Come on, just tell me!" I plead, I even stick out my bottom lip for good measure, and I think I'm about this close to falling on the floor, but hey, at least there's only like, three of him now.

All three of him are sitting up on his bed now, and they look at me, unsure. "Brendon... it's really... embarrassing."

"I don't care, tell me."

He bites his lip and looks away. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone. Ever. Like, if Spencer ever found out I told you, he'd never talk to me again. And, just no one can know. Seriously."

"Yeah, yeah, I promise." I say, and wave my hand in the air dismissively. Who would I tell anyway? Jon? It's not like I have a ton of friends, or even people that would at least listen to me. I'm basically a nobody.