Who Knew? R5/5sos fanfiction

Chapter 13

Spencer's POV

"So what do you wanna do?" I ask Luke who was filling me up to my room

"I don't care" he says as we reach the door to my room.

"Uh sorry about the mess" I say then open the door

You can say it's a normally teenage girls room. I have band posters and pictures. My walls light blue and everything else is black and white. I have my guitar and music stuff in the corner of my room with a beanbag and I have a bench under my window.

"You like all time low!" he yelled excitedly

"Um yeah" I said nervously.

No one I know likes them and Logan thinks I'm weird for liking them along with pierce the veil, we are the in crowd and sleeping with sirens.

"Me to!!" He say and runs over to my Idock and opens my iPod and puts on my playlist.

The first song that came in was Bulletproof Love by Pierce the veil

"I love this song" he said and started to sing the lyrics while I laughed a him

"What does my voice sound bad" he asked confused

"I'm just shocked by your reaction" I say

"Oh" he says then sings louder

"Come on sing" he say poking I'm stomach causing me to laugh.

"No I have a horrible voice"

"So. live a little" he say

"I-"

"Sing" he said cutting my off and restarts the song

Ugh why? I think I myself and start to mumble the lyrics

I breathe you in with smoke in the backyard lights (backyard lights),

we used to laugh until we choked into the wasted nights (wasted nights).

It was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone (sleep alone),

So don't, don't, don't wake me up, 'cause my thrill is gone.

(Say I'm wrong)

and the sunset turning red behind the smoke,

forever and alone.

Yeah!

"I CANT HEAR YOU!" He yells over the music so I sing louder.

You've gone and sewn me to this bed, the taste of you and me

will never leave my lips again under the blinding rain.

I wanna hold your hand so tight I'm gonna break my wrist,

and when the vultures sing tonight I'm gonna join right in.

I'll sing along, oh

'Cause I don't know any other song.

I'll sing along,

but I'm barely hanging on.

No, I'm barely hanging on.

By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone,

and now there's nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon.

This isn't fair!

(No!)

Don't you try to blame this on me.

My love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me.

And god damn it, I can barely say your name,