hotel ceiling ✔ randy

chapter twenty-three

I spun around on the desk chair. We were still waiting for Jack and Brooklyn to arrive.

"I thought you said that we'd be late?" Rye spoke up. Mikey shrugged.

"I thought we would be, but I forgot that Jack is always at least ten minutes late." As the words left his mouth, the door flew open and two boys walked into the room. The first had blonde hair and green eyes. The second had brown hair and blue/grey eyes and he was quite cute. They both stopped once they spotted Rye and I.

"Sup." I said, popping the 'p'. The brown headed one blinked.

"Hey guys, this is Andy and Rye," Mikey stood up from the sofa, motioning towards us. "They're the two currently living with me. Andy, Rye, this is Brook and Jack." Brook, the blonde one, smiled.

"Hey guys." He greeted, walking fully in the room. Jack followed him.

"Yeah, hey." He smiled softly. Suddenly, Brook's face lit up.

"Hey Andy, Rye, do either of
you sing?" He had a small smirk plastered on his lips. Mikey raised an eyebrow at me.

"Uhh when I'm alone, yeah. No one's ever heard me sing before." I muttered, turning to look at the recording booth.

"Well can we hear you?" Jack asked. I could tell it was him only from the Irish accent.

"Eh I don't know.." I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Aw come on, lets hear you." Rye pushed. I could picture the smug look on his face and I turned to give him a glare. He rolled his eyes but a smiled played upon his lips.

"I don't think you want to hear my voice. Besides... I'm better with a guitar." My voice turned to a whisper near the end of the sentence.

"Dude we're in a music studio, we have plenty of guitars-"

"my guitar," I stated "I'll only ever use my guitar." I explained, looking at them all. My eyes drifted across the room.

Brook and Jack were both sitting on the blue sofa. Next to them, Rye stood against the wall, arms folded across his chest. Mikey was standing at the doorway with his hands behind his back and his legs crossed.

"I can run back to the flat and get it; it's only five minutes away." Mikey suggested, pointing behind him towards the door with his thumb.

"Would you really do that just to hear me sing." I asked with a bored tone. Mikey nodded. He picked his keys up, gave me a cheeky wink and ran out the door. I sat there and my eyes widened.

"I was being sarcastic!" I called but I already heard the door slam. I slid down in my chair and face palmed, letting out a long sigh.

"So what song you gonna sing us?" Rye asked teasingly. My face dropped.

"Oh no Rye, I'm not doing this alone. If I sing, you sing". I mumbled. Rye shrugged. "Okay, sure thing." I huffed and folded my arms. That was not the response I was looking for.