Unspoken (Sitkolson Threequel)

12| And We Were Motionless.

(A/N: Ricky whips his hair back and forth XD i'm sorry... ENJOY)

Music: Monochrome Kiss (Black Butler opening song)

*Chris's POV*

       Today is the day. Today is the day we finally get to go back into the studio to start recording our new album. It felt like forever since the tour had ended, and felt like even longer since we were in the studio. This is where i can finally let all my creative juices flow and be free until we finally have a song in our own hands. Not to mention, the fans have been begging us for more music since we basically were off the maps for a while with Josh being sick and all and Ricky and Ryan's marriage. It was good to be back here though. The studio was a 'drama free' zone and i intended to keep it that way, especially with Ricky and Ryan's drama.  

         And i wasn't going to take sides on their fighting either, i didn't want any part in that unlike some of the other guys. cough cough, Josh and Ghost. They were always making bets with each other on how long their fighting would last or when they'd get back together. They have turned their miscommunication and anger into a game, and i didn't want to get dragged into that mess. And most recently, they were taking sides once again. From what i've heard, Josh is on Ricky's side because for some reason he hates Frank, and Ghost is on Ryan's side (no surprise there). 

         "Home sweet home!" I couldn't help the smile on my face as we all ran into our usual studio to begin recording. It's been way too long. "What do you say we get to work immediately?" I asked the rest of the guys who were already setting up their instruments and getting them in tune. They all seemed to be in agreement. Except Josh wasn't here yet. He was always running a little late now that he must take care of Riley in the mornings to get her ready. Let's just say, he wasn't that great at changing her diaper and getting her dressed. Everything else he was perfectly fine with.  "Shall we get st-"

          "I'm here, i'm here!" Josh burst through the doors like a bat out of hell. The only shock that i got out of that was that he carried a little person in his arms with that. Why did he have Riley? No, better question, Why was Riley in a diaper that was barely put on correctly? "Did i miss anything?" Balz seemed out of breath and like he hadn't gotten sleep in days, which by the look of Riley's diaper, he probably hadn't. 

         "Nothing importa-" I started , but as soon as i almost got all of the words out, Riley's diaper started slipping off of her small legs. "HOLY SHIT PUT THAT BABY ASS AWAY!!" I yelled at Josh who was struggling to pull the diaper back up, but was ultimately failing.

       "Oh, give her to me you imbeciles." Ryan grabbed Riley from Josh and laid her down on a chair to finally fix her mess. He securely wrapped a clean diaper over Riley and tightened it so it wouldn't fall off this time. "Now that we got that cleared up, how do you want us to start, Chris?" He handed Riley back over to Josh.

        "You can start with this-" I handed Ryan and Ricky two different pieces of paper in which i had scribbled down a few chords and guitar tabs. "It's for a song i had been working on... I'll start recording my vocal part while you play around with them." I suggested. They took them and went to their own separate corners to rehearse and mess around with the chords until they sounded right. It really kind of disappointed me that they weren't working things out. They were like my role model couple and i wanted a relationship like theirs... well with a girl obviously because i'm straight... for the most part. But this isn't about me, it's about Ricky and Ryan. 

        They're so blind to how perfect they are together and all they can look at is the bad stuff that is happening. To be honest, i don't think it was Ricky's fault for what happened with him and Frank. I don't think has a seductive, sexy bone in his body. Don't get me wrong, Ricky is very good looking and attractive but i don't think he would ever start anything sexual with anyone. They'd always have to be the one to engage in it. Ricky is too shy, too vulnerable, too innocent. "You owe me ten bucks." I was broken out of my little daze by Ghost talking to Josh. 

        "for what?" I asked. 

        "I bet him ten bucks that they wouldn't be back together by the time we were in the studio... and he lost the bet." Ghost shrugged casually, forcing Josh to take out his wallet for his well deserved ten dollars. 

        "You're seriously betting again?! How about instead of betting on their misery, we try to get them back together." I suggested, no exactly taking 'no' for an applicable answer. Josh and Balz only looked at me like i was crazy, which i may in fact be, but i wasn't going to stand by and watch Ricky's relationship with Ryan go in the toilet for good.

         "Why? If they aren't right for each other, then they aren't right for each other. That's it." Josh blinked at me and held a squirming Riley still on his lap, tickling her sides until she erupted in giggles. 

        "That's just it! They are perfect for each other and they can't see that!" I was glad Ricky and Ryan couldn't hear me with their earphone thingy's on because i was getting loud and angry. "And if they aren't together how can we possibly continue this band? Just imagine that this is our last album because they couldn't work things out, how are we supposed to end it like "Thank you for listening, and we were Motionless In White?" I was using dramatic hand movements to exaggerate my point to them.  

        "No." They both shook their heads.

        "That's what i thought. So we have to make a plan."

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Okay so i am making a new story that's gonna be like supernatural with vampires and other shit, but i don't know what band/ship to make that story about. ANY IDEAS??? (i'll be putting all other stories on hold)

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