❝ i met you, i loved you, i left you in cape town. ❞
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"𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌, you meet four guys in a cable car. from there a journey begins as they tour the city of cape town with yo...
Note: It's been more than five months since I've updated this and quite frankly, I am disgusted with myself. Thank you for being so patient. x
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Soundtrack Main Track: Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles
Supplementary Tracks: • Sunday Morning by Maroon 5 • Ride by twentyonepilots
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~Monday, 22 March 2009~
"What the..." Ryan awoke with a start, shooting into an upright position as he felt something press against his leg.
His hair was totally messed up from being pressed against the pillow, and his eyes were still swollen almost shut with sleep. He rubbed his fingers over them and groaned, trying to wake himself up.
When his body finally processed that he was awake and his vision cleared, he noticed the presence of his bandmates gathered around his bed with Brendon sitting practically on top of his legs, and he felt the anger well up inside of him.
"What the fuck, you guys?" he croaked angrily. The swelling in his eyes might've gone down, but his morning voice remained.
"Ryan," Brendon spoke softly before pausing, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath – all for dramatic effect, "this is an intervention."
The guitarist scrunched up his face and groaned in agony as he unsuccessfully attempted to literally kick Brendon off of the bed. "Piss off. Let me sleep."
"George Ryan Ross The Third-"
"I'm gonna fucking punch you."
"-as your bandmates – but more importantly, as your best friends – we decided to call for this event because we've noticed an alarming change in your character. Over the course of the past eleven days, you've managed to give in to the sweet temptation of a 'vacation fling' and turned yourself into a lovesick puppy. We're here to put an end to it."
"Uh huh," Ryan drawled with a bored expression as he leaned against the headboard, "And how exactly are you planning on doing that?"
"That..." Brendon turned up his nose. "Is not for you to know."
"So you have no plans, then."
"Actually," the singer scoffed at his friend and casted an offended look, "we have tons of plans, thank you very much."
"So nothing, then."
"Fine! We have nothing, okay?!" Brendon snapped, tossing his hands in the air exasperatedly as Ryan sniggered along with Spencer and Jon. The singer turned to toss a filthy look at the drummer and bassist, who were supposed to be backing him up; the two cleared their throats and displayed neutral facial expressions, while Brendon turned back to Ryan and began pleading desperately. "Ryan, come on, man. Please just recognise that you're making a huge mistake with this whole (Y/N) thing!"
