True Colors (Sequel to Colorful) [Adopted by Emblem3]

Chapter 14: To find the words to say

Song of the Chapter: If these sheets were States by All Time Low

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Ryder's POV:

*2 weeks later*

"Home, finally." Drew sighed.

South America was amazing and so was Europe. I met so many fans and saw so many places. It was the first time I was ever out of the country.

No, Drew does not know about Tyler. Basically the only ones who know are, The guys from the diner, Keaton and obviously Tyler and I.

But, I have been skyping Nick, Julianna, Austin and Kian. And next week I am going to visit them, I'm so so so excited.

"When are you going to pick Kelsey up from the airport?" I asked.

"In a few hours." He smiled.

She honestly makes him so happy. She completes our very dysfunctional family.

"Do you think it'd be a good idea for me to do a cover on youtube?" I suddenly asked.

"Where'd that come from?" He asked, chuckling a bit.

"A ton of people have been asking me." I said. And when I say a ton. I mean a ton.

"Yeah. It's great idea." He said. "You should do an All Time Low song!" He said excitedly.

"Why them?" I asked. Don't get me wrong, I adore All Time Low. I'm just curious.

"You sing their songs in the shower all the time, your voice works perfectly with their music." He said.

"Thanks." I smiled. It honestly meant a lot. Like, All Time Low is so amazing and to have him say that just feels so great.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" He said, pushing me into my room.

"Jeez." I laughed, shutting my door and opening my laptop.

I grabbed my guitar and went through a dry run of the song I chose.

I turned on my camera and started filming.

"Hi, I'm Ryder Chadwick and I'm going to be doing a slow-ish cover of If These Sheets were States by All Time Low. This song pretty much describes how I felt this past week." I said to the camera before starting to play.

"I'm lost in empty pillow talk again

I'm lost in empty pillow talk again

This bed's an island made of feather down, and I'm stuck here alone

With little else but memories of you, on memory foam

Visions of a brighter love, I'd kill for one more day

To pool my thoughts, and find the words to say

If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away,

I'd fold them end over end to bring you closer to me.

Because I don't sleep at all without you pressed up against me.

I settle for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk again.

I'm lost in empty pillow talk again

This room's become a mausoleum, filled with relics of regret

Paying dues to every moment wasted, on words left unsaid

Collisions of a finer love, I'd kill for one more way

To tell you how you make me better every day