House Of Memories (B.U.)

Ch. 31

I excitedly ran inside of the venue, pushing past the security guard, who I now assumed recognized me, and stumbled into the large music hall, taking in the familiar scent of weed, sweat, and dust.

It was a half hour past midnight, meaning the boys would go on stage in an hour and a half.

Right now, a small band of two boys were placing their set on stage. They were both moving a heavy-looking drum kit to stage right as a small crowd accumulated before them; the rest of the venue's attendees were gathered around the bar taking shots.

I watched intensely as one of the boys crouched down and began speaking with the crowd in front of him, talking wildly with his hands, his eyes squinting as he smiled widely.

I smiled at his actions, thinking about how once a band develops a following and becomes more popular, they aren't able to reach out to their fans anymore. It's sad really. I wanted to tell this small band to appreciate these moments of sincerity for as long as they could.

Brendon slammed into my back, knocking me forward, but then placed his hands on my hips and pulled me back into him.

"Sorry!" He yelled over the noise and ruffled my hair.

I swiped his hand away and glared at him. "Why do you always do that like I'm your 8-year-old son and I just caught my first baseball."

"I'm just so proud of my boy!" He screeched, using both hands to throw my hair around my face.

I squealed and pushed his chest, attempting to run into the crowd, away from my assailant, but Brendon's hands found their way back to my hips and he pulled my back into his chest.

Our wild laughs slowly settled into small chuckles as we swayed back and forth in each other's arms to the music over the loud speaker.

I turned around to face him, placing my hands on his cheeks and pushing them together, pouting his lips like a fish.

"What song is this?" I questioned him, now playing with the ends of his hair as we waltzed through the venue, earning stares from the people around us.

"The Beach Boys, All I Wanna Do." He replied immediately, kissing my shoulder and resting his head in the crook of my neck.

I leaned my head against him and closed my eyes, taking in the lyrics.

All I wanna do, is bring happiness to you.

A chorus of 'Awww's' interrupted our initially, peaceful moment together and Brendon looked up at Ryan, Spencer, and Jon then groaned.

"Leave." Brendon stated in his most domineering voice, straightening his posture to appear taller and more assertive.

Spencer laughed and slapped his back roughly, forcing Brendon to slouch back down.

"But I really want to dance!" Ryan smiled and pulled on the ends of his vest.

I snickered as Brendon sighed and curtseyed to Ryan, who in reply, bowed then took Brendon's hand in his and began to dramatically waltz across the floor. 

Feeling abandoned, I turned around and examined the two boys in front of me.

I pulled on Jon's hand, bringing him out onto the dance floor we created, leaving Spencer looking confused and offended until Eve came back from the bar and began to dance with him.