I'll Always Be By Your Side. (Ryden)

Chapter 12:

Ryan's POV:

We practice everyday right after school even if one of us can't make it. It's what I decided because this is the only shot at actually doing something I want to do in life. Somehow my dad still hasn't found out; I guess that shows how little his life is revolved around me. We normally practice at Spencer's besides on the weekends because my dad is gone usually during that time.

I'm sitting here tuning my guitar but my eyes scan the room. Brent is still a no show, Spencer just left the room for some reason, and Brendon is sitting on the far end reading and mouthing the lyrics. I pick up my guitar and walk over to him.

"Hey," Brendon glances up from the notebook only moving his eyes, but he then looks back down. I furrow my eyebrows together. What's up with him? "Brendon?"

"Ryan, I'm trying to memorize the lyrics. I didn't get to it last night after practice because I was focusing on working up some piano parts. Now please go away." His voice oozed frustration. I know I didn't do anything wrong. He's been moody the past week and I'm done with it. I took the notebook and threw it on the floor. He looked up at me and opened his mouth to say something, but I grabbed his face and kissed him forcefully.

"You've barely looked or said shit to me this past week outside of school." I'm staring into his eyes and he refuses to look back. "Look at me," I say sternly and he does. With a sigh he replied.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I've been scared. That's not an excuse, but I freaked myself out. I-" He got cut off by Spencer walking downstairs and saying.

"I see this is an important conversation. Just holler upstairs when you're ready to practice." He then ran up the stairs again.

"What is there to be scared about?" He looked down and back up again. With a deep breath he gushed out.

"Falling in love." My eyes widen at that. In love. No. This isn't happening. "Well?" I continued to stare at him in complete an udder shock and finally shook my head.

"No, you aren't falling in love with me." He only widen his eyes at me with that. I swear a million emotions crossed his face at that moment. What does he want me to say? I am too? I mean I might be but no not yet.

"Ryan, what? Don't you- you can't," he took a deep breath and sighed. "You can't tell me how to feel." This is a new expression I've ever seen Brendon wear. I'm lost in that look in his eyes. His face reads direct and forceful, but his eyes are crying helpless pleading thoughts.

"And you can't hide how you're feeling with me." I averted my eyes staring at the gray floor.

"So, what are you thinking, Ryan? We stop how we feel? I can't do that. We've tried." I don't have answers. I'm not even thinking.

"Seemed pretty easy for you to hardly talk to me all week." Some how our voices are remaining calm. Neither of us are yelling at each other. "I know we can't stop how we feel. We just, we aren't thinking. I don't want to change anything, but maybe we can slow down. I want to focus on the band first. It's our future." I didn't wait for him to say anything. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his mouth slightly ajar. I walked over to the stairs and yelled up them for Spencer.

Things went on like normal. It's all became a routine. Pete finally got a hold of us and he's going to come listen to us. This is finally becoming something. So I decided I am going to tell my dad about it all. I'm currently waiting for him to get home.

A while later, I heard the front door shut.

"Dad?" I stood up from the couch, and he walked in with a six pack of beer.

"What do you want?" I can tell he's in a lovely mood.

"I don't want anything. I just need to tell you something." He raised his eyebrows so I just continued. "I started a band and someone is coming to listen to us in a couple days. I already know we are going to get signed. So, I've decided I'm not going to college. This band is going to take off so I don't have time for that." The emotion on his face isn't pleased. I don't need that though. He doesn't care about me enough for me to want to listen to him. We use to actually talk, and back when we did sometimes we'd talk about the colleges I could go to. That's why I felt obligated to tell him this. He yelled and yelled while I just stood there and listened. I knew he wasn't going to be fond of the idea but I don't care. He began to throw things, and before I got hit again I ran out the door. I ran over to Brendon's house. I wasn't an idiot who stood at the front door waiting for them to answer. No, I ran over to the side of the house out of view. I called Brendon and told him what just happened. He let me in and I stayed there for the night.

A week later, we've been signed and have to finish writing an album in a short time. We have five weeks to record. This is the start of it all.

*Author's note*
Hey, I know this chapter is short and a bit of a mess, but it's going to get better. I have some ideas for the next chapters. They should be longer and more intriguing. So, hang on until then!<3 **