Journal (Boyxboy)

Untitled Part 7

Gimme That Remix played and I smiled, all of the songs were me singing but I remember doing this one. My brother had joined me and it turned out pretty good.

"What you smiling at?" Ryan asks? He was still doing sit ups with easy and looking over at me.

I shook my head and continued slowly, a lot slower than him. Wes tilted his head as he listened to the song.

"Who's singing this?" he asked a few seconds later.

"Please tell me you know Chris Brown?" Ryan snickered at his friend.

Wes smacked Ryan, "I meant right now, of course I know who it's by. Who covered it?"

I stayed silent and kept doing the work out. The both of them bickered and wondered over it. Just lose it came on and I tried not to start laughing. My brother helped me do a little bit of a... video. We tried to do the same video, which also had our own twist. We couldn't stop laughing every time we did a scene.

"Do you hear it now? It's not Eminem; it sounds like him but listen." Wes half yelled, he really wanted to be right.

"I hear it... kind of." Ryan smiled cheekily, "I still think you're hearing things. There's only a tiny difference in voices."

Wes glared at his friend and looked at me. "You hear it right? Damn I almost forgot you were here, you're too quiet." I snickered under my breath and nodded to let him know I did. "Thank you! You must not be able to hear the difference." He teased his friend a little and the two began to wrestle.

Closer came on after it and I think that got them to stop pretty quickly. I was laughing at the two of them, they glared at me but it didn't bother me.

"It sounds like the same voice." Wes added a second later.

I stopped with the sit ups and turned onto my stomach to get ready or push-ups. They did the same thing as well. Both began easily and quickly, like it was just one after the next in a second.... Not for me. I could barely feel the muscles lift me off the ground. It was pathetic.

We stopped a while later and I sat looking up at the ceiling as the two of them bickered over more songs. "Is the singer bad or something? I don't see a big problem in these covers. I could barely tell the difference, he sounds really good." Ryan said at one point. "What's the problem?"

"I- nothing, you're right he's really good. I don't know, it just sounds familiar or something. Like recent familiar." Wes looked at me, "So you know who it is?"

I nodded, still looking at the ceiling. "Why didn't you say anything?" Ryan asked in exasperation.

"You never asked." I shrugged; I don't usually talk unless needed so I didn't.

"Who is it?" Wes asked, getting into my line of vision.

"Me."

"Seriously?" Both asked at the same time. I nodded and closed my eyes. "Whoa. You made videos as well for them?"

"Oh no, no, no, no." I scrambled up and took the iPod. "Do not watch them." I shook my head quickly with a bright red blush forming on my face, "Ever."

Over and Over began to play and I frowned, I didn't like this song a lot now. It reminded me of Ryan kind of. I turned off the iPod and stared at it. This was the first time since my brother turned up MIA that I listened to it or did a song.

"You okay?" Ryan asked, waving a hand in front of my face. I nodded slowly.

"Let's go upstairs." I said while walking away, opening old wounds was hard and I didn't really like to remember things.