Chasing Butterflies- Ryden

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--Ryan--

"I love you." He whispers to me.

He loves me.

Me.

But I'm not ready to say those words to him.

"Ryan, you're the most beautiful boy I've ever met. Inside and outside. You're funny, you're kind, you're talented, you're smart, and you're just so.. you. And you're gorgeous. Ry, I can just get lost in your honey coloured eyes."

I bite my cheek to keep myself from smiling and pretend to be still asleep.

Its May 1st, by the way. Only another month, and school's over. I'm finally going to graduate high school. A few minutes pass and Brendon nudges me.

"Ryan, get up. Pete wants to talk about the album. We gotta go to the studio."

--

"Your album is going to be huge, guys! You guys are gonna go on tour during the fall! Of course, on the Nintendo Fusion Tour." Pete exclaims excitedly.

"So, we're gonna be famous?" Spencer asks.

"Yup." is Pete's answer.

"Shit. I gotta let my mom know that we're gonna go on tour." I mumble to myself, pulling out my device.

If I'm away, my mom will struggle paying bills. I've got to make-up the money for when we're gone somehow. She can't take two or three jobs again.

To Birth Giver:
Pete says we're gonna go on tour someday. I won't be home for a while once we go.

From Birth Giver:
Thats okay.

"Wait.." Pete looks at us and then around the room, "Where's Brent?"

"We texted him that you wanted to talk to us and we even tried to call him. No answer." Spencer says.

"You guys gotta do something about that kid. He never helped record any songs, he never contributed to the work, nothing out of that kid. Get rid of him." Pete says sternly, and Spencer nods, "Right now."

"Pete, we have no bass replacement. How are we supposed to perform at tour? Brendon could barely play bass and sing at the same time when we were recording the album. He messed up a couple times, remember? And then we had to start over the song." I argue, and both Brendon and Spencer make sounds of agreement.

"Find one." He says, viewing a sheet of paperwork.

I sigh and run my hand through my hair. Brendon grabs my other free hand, giving it a soft, reassuring squeeze. I squeeze his back lovingly and send him a small smile, which he returns.

"You guys can leave now. I've gotta do some paperwork to do. Call Brent, too." Pete says, placing the sheet onto a stack, then he grabs the stack and leaves.

"We should call Brent right now." I mumble quietly.

Spencer pulls out his phone and dials in Brent's number. The line rings for a few seconds, and then Brent picks up. Spencer places the call on speakerphone, so Brendon and I can hear, too.

"Spencer, what's up?"

"So, uh, you haven't contributed to the band, you didn't help record, and you missed band practices, so we're kicking you out of the band."

"What?"

"You're being kicked out of the band. We're replacing you."

"No, you can't do that."

"We can. Pete said to kick you out, so we're doing it."

"If you're kicking me out, I want a cut in the royalties."