New Perspective -Ryden-

Trust Me Ryan.

So I think this story is going to be mainly Ryan's POV from now on.. It's just easier when it's one persons POV, ya know? :) Brendon's POV may show up from time to time but I dunno...

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Ryan's POV:

I didn't feel very well be next morning, to say the least.

When my alarm went off at 7 I groaned and rolled over to see a sleeping Brendon.

He looked so peaceful. His chest rising and falling at a steady pace, his lips parted slightly, and his hair was all over the place...

But that wasn't only from sleeping, though.

I nudged him. "Bren, wake up."

He mumbled something and pulled the blanket up to his face.

"Brendon, come on."

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me, a smile gracing his lips when we met eyes. "It's too early."

"I know, but we have to go to school, now c'mon."

He rolled over to face me and propped himself up on an elbow. "We don't have to go..."

I blinked at him. "But, what if we get caught, what if our parents fi-"

I was cut of by Brendon pressing his lips to mine. Short and sweet, not like it had been the night before... Long and passionate. Just to shut me up I suppose, but it worked.

"Nobody's going to find out, Ryro. Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything." He smiled a quick, assuring smile at me.

I thought for a second. I trusted Brendon... And how bad could it be? So we got caught and grounded for a week. I've been through worse.

Much worse.

"Okay."

"Cool." He rolled over and sat up, getting to his feet and walking over to the pile of clothes by my dresser.

He looked down at himself and then over to me. "I need a shower, if you don't mind."

"No problem, you know where it is."

He went to walk out the door, turning and smirking at me. "You could join me, ya know."

I blushed like crazy, turning his smirk into a wide grin. "You're blushing, Ry."

Then Brendon turned around and walked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.

I got up and dressed myself, then went downstairs and got a glass of orange juice. I could hear Brendon singing something by the Beatles, but I couldn't tell what it was through the sound of the shower running.

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Brendon was taking a while, but I'm sure he was fine. The singing - which was beautiful. Brendon had the voice of an angel, I swear. - continued from the bathroom for another fifteen minutes or so as I sat in my bedroom. I closed my eyes and listened closely as he sang "Take Me To The Moon" by Frank Sinatra, oblivious to anyone possibly hearing him.

I swear, if I found out that anyone was listening to me sing in the shower I wouldn't speak for a month, I'd be so embarrassed. I can't sing that well, in the first place.

I still thought about the song that Brendon wanted to sing.

Camisado...

As personal as that song was to me, I had put a lot of work into it. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad after all to preform it as our final. I mean, nobody knows what it's about except for Brendon and I.

I grabbed my journal and a pencil from my desk and flipped to the page that I had written the song on and began to read it.

Once...

Twice...

Seven times in total.

Then I decided that I would write. I had all these feelings balled up inside me from the past few days and I needed to get them all out, which ended in me writing a song that I called "Time To Dance."

Almost as soon as I had laid down my journal beside me on the bed, Brendon walked in with nothing but a towel around his waist. He looked at me and smiled.

I smiled back. "Have fun singing Sinatra?"

"Oh, you heard that," he chuckled softly and raised his hand behind his neck.

"Yeah," I paused and looked down at the notebook beside me on the bed as Brendon slipped on a pair of boxers and began rummaging through my closet for clothes, I was guessing (and hoping). I didn't pay much attention to it. "You have a real talent, Brendon."

Brendon was still looking through my t-shirts as he spoke. "Nah, I'm not that good, really." He turned around holding a Beatles shirt. "Can I borrow this?"

I nodded.

"Cool, thanks." He smiled, and I swear my heart skipped a beat every time he did.

He slipped it over his head, then pulled on his jeans and buckled his belt. He sat on the bed next to me, staring into space.

We didn't say anything for a while. It felt like hours, days maybe. I picked up the notebook and it made a scratching sound against my sheets, making Brendon's gaze snap in my direction. He slowly found the notebook in my hands and frowned a little.

"So, I know you didn't want to preform that one so-"

I cut him off. "We can preform the song."

He blinked at me. "But, but last night you said-"

"I know what I said, Brendon." I stared at the notebook in my hands. "But I changed my mind. Plus, who's going to know about the meaning behind the song other than us?"

He thought for a second. "True,"

I smiled at him. "So it's settled, we should practice then."

Brendon put a lazy arm around my shoulder and scooted closer to me. "Yeah, we should." He paused. "Or, we could go have some fun today."

"Brendon.. What if someone catches us." I was still kind of worried about the whole ditching thing.

"Relax, Ry. Everything's going to be fine. Just trust me." He smiled at me and squeezed my shoulder. "Okay?"

I smiled back. I really did trust Brendon. "Okay."

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OHHHH BAD BOYS

Ditching school, didn't their parents ever tell them that that's a big no no?

Anywhore I will probably post another chapter today if I get finished with it.

I think the story is coming along really nicely so far.

And I know you guys will like the next chapter. I have sooo many ideas.

You may die of feels, just sayin. So don't say you weren't warned.

For now,

May the odds be ever in your favor, GOOOOOOODBYE