Fun, Young Hearts

Mayor Douche Bag of Prick Town

I'm pretty sure Ryan has fallen asleep on my shoulder right now, he looks so peaceful, so content. Maybe it's not a bad thing to cuddle my boyfriend every once in a while. I reach for the remote, trying not to wake Ryan. As comfortable as he looks, I really can't stand to listen to the Moulin Rouge dvd menu music any longer. I fail because Ryan sits up and smiles at me, he's exhausted.

"I'm sorry, I tried not to wake you" I rub is back.

"I wasn't sleeping, almost, but not fully" his voice is tired. There's nothing better, nay, hotter than a boys tired voice. He moves from the couch to the bathroom, without saying a word, just a small smirk tugging on the left side of his mouth. He's a strange boy.

I start to fall asleep myself, I feel a slight drowsiness. My eyes are no longer willing to read the words on the TV and my ears turning voices into nothing but muffled noise.

"What d'you think?" I hear Ryan's voice clearly, his warm breath tickles my ear. Am I dreaming of Ryan standing behind the sofa? Or did he sneak up on me?

"Think about wha-" Ryan walks around the sofa until he's standing in front of me. He snuck up on me. My mouth drops and just sort of stays there. He's wearing that dress. What even, why is he weari- Why am I turned on by this, he looks good. Holy fuck he looks good. "What are you doing Ry?"

"Well... you did something for me so I thought..." he climbs onto my lap, knees resting at either side of my waist and hands me a bottle of beer. "...I'd return the favour" he whispers back in my ear.

I tilt my head back whilst taking a swig from the bottle. Leaving Ryan to kiss my jawline. He trails down to my collarbone, his hands pulling at my shirt. He grabs my jaw with one hand and pulls my face close to his.

"You like the dress right?" He glides his thumb across my bottom lip, slowly. As far as dirty talk goes, let's just say the only way it could be more of a turn off is if he started insulting me or turned into a giant mouldy foot. He can only just flirt never mind dirty talk. But with him in that dress, working magic with his mouth, practically grinding on my lap and letting out little moans, I am more than turned on. I don't know how he does it, but it counterbalances the whole 'bad at dirty talk'. This boy has the moves of gymnastic, pole-dancing god.

Ryan freezes, then quickly scrambles off of my lap and runs into the bathroom. Leaving me alone on the sofa. Alone and confused, very confused and hard. What the fuck just happened?

A few seconds later Tyler and Josh walk through into the room, Aaaanndd now I know why Ryan ran.

"Hey guys" I greet them but they walk right past me, into the kitchen, ignoring me. They're bickering with each other, ranting together. I look over to the bathroom door, where Ryan is, then glance back into the kitchen. Curiosity gets the best of me, I wonder what they're pissed about? I head into the kitchen. They're both sitting at opposite sides of the kitchen island. Tyler's face is in his palms and Josh's face is, well face down on the island. They're silent, the ranting has stopped, the only thing I can hear is the muffled Moulin Rouge dvd menu music playing from the other room.

"What's going on guys?" I ask nervously, dreading the answer. Tyler just shakes head, keeping it covered with his hands, which are trembling like crazy.

"Our 'manager!' That's what's going on!" Josh's voice is muffled but angry. He yells into the tiles on the island before lifting his head up. He's pissed, I mean like full on enraged, his face is more pink than his hair. Out of nowhere Tyler gets up and storms out of the room.

"What did he do?" I sit opposite Josh.

"He messed it up, he messed everything up!"

"What?"

"There were these guys at our show, watching it the other night and they're like big name guys, three of them, from a music label and they were looking to sign someone, a new act! We didn't know until after the show that they were there. They approached us told that they liked everything. That we're something different, something extraordinary, we could be big!"

He looks at me like I should know where he's going with this, I do but I want take sure. "Then what?" I ask.

"Mayor Douche bag of Prick Town catches us all talking and gives us a bad reference, told them we're rude, demanding. He even said I was on parole, PAROLE! I DON'T HAVE A CRIMINAL RECORD, I'M NOT A THUG! I'M NICE!" His voice gets so high that I'm pretty sure dogs can understand  him. "I MEAN YEAH ME AND YOU'VE SMOKED WEED SOMETIMES BUT I'M NOT A CRIMINAL"

"Man I'm sorry, don't get me wrong but is that big of a deal? I mean are you in it for the fame?"

"We're not but... Tyler's songs man, they're art you know. People have stopped us in the streets and after shows to tell us what we mean to them, what we've done for them. Two weeks ago another kid wrote us a thankyou note, told us our music saved him, Tyler's lyrics saved him. That's the fourth person to do that, you should've seen Tyler's face, he smiled so big. Imagine how many more lives we could save, how many more people could hear his words, share in his pain, help him and me with our hard times. When I'm bummed, when I'm down I have you you and Tyler, music and comedy, that's all I need. As for Ty, he said it himself, he doesn't wanna be heard, he wants to be listened to. I want this for him." I walk around the island and pull Josh into a hug. He squeezes me back tightly and begins to laugh.

"How's Tyler handling it?" Stupid question idiot you saw him walk out of the room,why would you even ask Josh that?

"You saw him walk out... I think he's more bothered how our so called manager was so quick to stab us in the back"

I pat Josh on the shoulder before heading back for the living room, I suppose I should go see if Tyler's okay. I was quite shocked to him sitting on the sofa, talking about it with Ryan. Am I shocked, not really, it's more pride I'm feeling than anything else. My best friend talking to my boyfriend about his problems.

I stand leant against the door frame, staring at the two boys on the sofa, both whom mean so much to me. I got so lost in watching one comfort the other with words, I became oblivious to the soft smirk growing on my face and the warm sent at ion covering my heart.

Haven't updated in so long yikessss also yikessss @ this chapter hc idek it's a mess

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