Broken - A Ryden fanfic

Chapter twelve- From A Mountain In The Middle Of The Cabins

"Ryan, dude, are you good?"

It took Ryan a minute to figure out what was going on as he opened up his eyes to look at his friend Spencer, who was hovering over him. Based on what he gathered from these few couple seconds of being awake, he was able to fill some gaps in his memory. First, he was on the ground. Second, it must've been either some time late at night or early in the morning because no light shone from one of the few windows that kept this place light up.

And finally, he remembered that this wasn't their old studio. Their producer, Rob Mathes, had decided for them that in order to help them write this album they needed an environment without distractions. So here they were at a secluded cabin located in the middle of the rural mountains of Mount Charleston, with nothing but themselves, some food, and their instruments.

The first thing they had done when they arrived was what Rob called a "therapy thing." Since the next album is going to have an entirely different sound, they didn't need all of their old and busted up electric guitars.

"Well- why didn't you tell us that before we brought them out here?" Brendon had asked.

"Because," Rob said as he handed each of the four boys one of their old instruments, "you're going to be smashing them."

"Are you nuts? These things cost a lot of money!" Jon exclaimed.

"Then it's a good thing we got you new equipment and instruments to use for this album." Rob replied. He looked between the four boys. "So if you don't want to waste an opportunity to smash some equipment, then I suggest you get started." He said with an encouraging grin on his face.

The four of them looked between each other for a moment or two, hesitant looks in their eyes. Ryan glanced down at the electric guitar in his hands. Never in his life would he have thought that he'd be doing this.

He held the neck of the guitar in his hands, looking back to his friends as he felt their eyes on him as he made his decision. He lifted the guitar up a bit before smashing it onto the ground like a hammer, the sound causing Jon to jump. Ryan looked back up to his three friends, watching their expressions for a moment; Jon looked startled due to the noise the guitar made as it hit the ground. Spencer looked at Ryan like he had lost his mind, concern written across his face. However, Brendon looked at Ryan with a certain sparkle in his eyes, like if you had just told a kid that they were taking a trip to the toy store on the way home.

"Uh... oops." Ryan grinned, holding the guitar up to show off the dent in the back of the instrument. "My hand slipped."

Their producer took a couple steps back, watching with an expression that said that he knew exactly of the damage these boys could (and would) cause.

A mischievous grin spread across Brendon's face as he took a couple steps away from his friends, hitting his guitar on a nearby wall. "Whoops. My hand slipped too."

This got a little laugh to resonate from the boys. The damage started small at first, but the chaos only grew as Ryan had broken his guitar in half. They were laughing and shouting and breaking things like there was no tomorrow. Ryan watched Brendon throw a microphone onto the ground and cheer triumphantly as it smashed into several different pieces. Spencer had kicked a hole into a bass drum, and Jon had eventually joined the fun to help Spencer snap his drumsticks in half.

The events of the night left him in an almost hung over like state; he had a bit of a headache and he felt a little sick, but it was the kind of sick you felt after riding a roller coaster. It was an odd sensation that he was growing used to.