Roomates| Ryden

Everything is fine

In a few weeks worth everything had returned to normal. Andy and Pete had recovered pretty well from the cold and started to come to the cafetaria again to eat with the others. Brendon and Ryan would strike up small talk here and there and even Frank had joined them one time.

Aparently his boyfriend, Gerard, had gotten the cold from the short punk. Now he had to stay inside and listen to his younger brother berade him about being quote on quote 'an idiot'. No matter the reason, he was pleasant company; even though, with him at the table the food was dismissed in favour of a conversation about music. Something they all loved despite their differences in majors and genre preferences.

If you were to ask Brendon, he'd tell you flatly that things have never been better before. Yeah, him and Ryan aren't as close as he hoped they would be, and it seems as if Pete hadn't confessed his undying love for his -very oblivious-fedora wearing friend; but it was great nontheless. As Pete would put it 'his skin was clear, his problems were solved and his crops were flourishing'...or something like that that doesn't make half-sense.

It was a rainy wednesday and the boys were at their usual table, each doing their own thing. Pete was scribbling in his notebook, ocassionally taking bites out of the pizza slice on the plate in front of him. Joe had made it his mission to try and launch as many peanuts as he could in Andy's glass. The other boy paying no mind to this because he was too caught up in a conversation with Patrick and Ryan about some book. As for Brendon; well, he was just quietly listening and observing his friends, happy that they all got well along.

Whithout warning someone dropped a stack of fliers on the table, startling the boy and making every one at the table go dead quiet as they looked at the younger boy who was beaming with happiness behind the neatly trimmed papers. Out of curiousity they all grabbed one, sometimes passing them hand in hand for the ones sitting on the far end. Brendon had to read the paper twice in disbelief as he was pretty certain his eyes were playing tricks on him.

"Tyler, that's amazing!"Patrick broke the silence, congratulating the younger.

Mutters of agreement and congratulations erupted from the table, shortly turning into them downiright swooning over their friends acheievement. Tyler had somewhow managed to book his band, Twenty-one pilots, a gig at a local coffee shop. This was huge as the biggest gig he'd previously played was at the other boys' high school sophomore prom, even if it's been for only 20 minutes.

"So, who's your new drummer?"Andy asked curious.

The boy had to fill in for some of the drums on last gig and Brendon could still remember the absolute mayhem that went off when the old drummer bailed. Long story short, learning drumming pattens of songs you've barely ever heard in under 40 minutes is not fun. Yet, the perfomance wasn't terrible thanks to them combining live percusion and recordings with the help of one of Frank's friends.

"Oh, his name is Josh. He doesn't go here, but his drumming is great."Tyler answered,"Don't worry, I won't put you trough prom over again."the boy reassured with a chuckle.

"You better not, Joseph."Andy said jokingly and the boys laughed fondly at the memory.

All, except Ryan, who looked rather uncomfortable. Brendon facepalmed himself mentally for being an asshole before speaking up.

"Hey, Tyler did you meet my new roommate?"Brendon brought up the subject as non-chalantly as he could,"Ryan, this is Tyler. Tyler, this is Ryan."he made the introductions.

"Hi."Tyler greeted awkwardly.

"Hello."Ryan mumbled and waved shyly.

Tyler was about to leave when Joe pipped in,"Before you go-"he turned to Ryan,"Is the ukulele punk?"he asked in a serious matter.

Pete groaned in annoyance, Patrick sighed, Andy pretended like he didn't hear that and Brendon just rolled his eyes, but despite his friends' negative reactions Ryan still answered.

"Well,"he pondered,"it theoretically is. I mean, I'm not all that familiar with the subject, but I know the definition of punk and outruling the ukulele as a punk instrument would subsequently create a rule that ukuleles can't be punk and that would go against it."he explained.

"Yes!"Tyler said fist bumping the air in celebration,"Told you so!"he laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."Joe grumbled.

"You sure you good, man? Do you need some water for that burn?"Pete joked elbowing his friend.

"This house is a fucking nightmare!"was all that Joe said before he got up and stormed out of the cafetaria.

Ryan got up, undoubtedly with the intent of going after Joe, but Brendon was quick to grab his wrist and pull him back down in his seat.

"He's gonna be fine."he reassured his roommate and new-found friend,"He'll forget about it 'till tommorow."

Ryan seemed reluctant to believe him, but eventually nodded with a sigh,"Are all your friends as dramatic as you are?"Ryan rethored jockingly.

"Patrick is it true?"Pete said putting his hand over his heart,"Are we..."he paused for too long, but long enough to be comedic,"dramatic!"he exclaimed then let out an exaggerated gasp.

"I don't know."the boy replied, clearly holding back laughter,"Andy can you confirm it?"he turned dramatically to his friend.

"I can confirm that I'm not gonna partake in this."Andy replied scrunching up his face.

"See! I like Andy. Andy's nice."Ryan chuckled.

"Why, thank you."he said with a smirk.

Tyler coughed awkwardly and Brendon couldn't help but cringe inwardly. With the commotion created by Joe the boy had forgotten about the younger. The same could be said about the others.

"Anyways, I should probably head out. This fliers aren't going to spread themselves."Tyler joked, awkwardness still lingering in the air,"Also, you better be there on Sunday."he said instead of a goodbye, pointing at them rather threatening with some fliers in hand.

After he was out of earshot Pete let out a long sigh,"We're assholes."he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

The others muttered in agreement and Patrick looked like he was about to object, but he closed his mouth, setteling on patting Pete on the back sympathetic.

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A/N: Aw, shizzle mcfuck. I almost forgot to update this. The heck is going on with my memory?