Cabin Fever

Recording

Ryan's Pov

My sleep was interrupted by the sound of Brendon's loud singing. I rolled over and adjusted my eyes to see that the clock read 8:23. Like a lot of things. It was way too early for this shit.
I walked down the hall and the singing got louder. I stopped at the door and listened for only a moment.

"Mama! Ooooh!

"Didn't mean to make you cry if I'm not back again this time tomorrow carry on carry on as if nothing really mattered..."

I couldn't help but smile a little but that faltered quickly once I yawned. As much as I love hearing Brendon's angeletic voice I was too damn tired. I checked the door and for the first time it was locked. I banged on the door loudly so he could hear me. The water turned off and he answered a minute later. Soaking wet and a towel only to cover him up. His wet body glistening. My eyes skimmed his body, just for a second and then snapped up to meet his eyes. His eyebrow was raised.

"Yes?" He asked. For a moment I forgot why I was there.

"I-your-uh... Your singing, it's loud and I can literally hear it across the hall and I didn't get much sleep last night so it would be awesome if you sang a little quieter." I stutters. Jesus I must sound like an idiot. I hope that didn't come out to rude. What the hell Ryan you never care what people think. He smiled. God he's gorgeous- wait what?

"No problem." He did that one smirk that showed his cute little dimple.

"Thanks, but carry on just be a tad quieter." He smiles then laughs awkwardly.

"Ryan your making this harder than it has to be..."

"Oh right yeah, er- sorry I'll be out of way." He grins and closes the door I hurry down to my room. I close mine behind me and sink to the floor. I'm such an idiot. What has gotten into me? I don't like Brendon. He's my best friend.
The idea of sleep long forgotten. I grabbed my journal and began writing.
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A few hours later we were all in the studio, back to work.

"...look guys I have a song, I just don't have a title and some of it isn't finished but its a start right?" I said.

"Well yeah but we need to figure out what type of music were going to play." Spencer spoke.

"You have a point." I didn't put a lot of thought into that. The first album I wrote I didn't worry about which genre I was going to put. Hell I just fucking wrote it.
This was going to be harder than I thought.

"We could kind of do something that matches with our surroundings?" Brendon suggested quietly. He was sitting on a stool by the drums. He was holding a drumstick between his fingers. Playing with it absent mindedly. We were all silent and he looked up.
"What? Is that a terrible idea?" He asked raising his eyebrow.

"Actually no..." I muttered. It was brilliant. I turned away from him. I hate it when he became logical. He gets too cocky.

"Wait what?" I could hear his smirk. "Ryan I don't believe I quite heard you can you speak louder please?" He was smiling now. I turned around to see him dramatically cupping his ear with his hand.

"I said, Brendon Boyd Urie, your idea was brilliant. Can somebody please give this man a nobel prize." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He smiled like an idiot, clearly proud of himself.

"I'm thinking we should give this album a Beatles Esq type don't you think." The guys all agreed except for me.

"You okay Ry?" Jon asked.

"Yeah I just never heard of the Beatles. I mean I have just none of their songs." They all pulled me to my laptop and demanded me to be educated on my lack of knowledge.
After hours of listening to Indie band. My
inspiration sparked like fireworks. Next thing we knew we had an era. An hour later I came down the stairs and saw Bren sitting on the couch watching T.V.