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More Than Just A Roommate
1 ReviewsWhen Ryan Ross has to share his house with the new lead singer of his band, it's not just his sanity that he's questioning. Ryden
This is my first attempt at writing Ryden.
I'm rewriting the chapters, due to the change in my writing style, so this is the first updated chapter.
Ryan groaned as his alarm clock went off, the annoying fluorescent red numbers flashing before his eyes and the shrill bleeping ringing in his ears. He rolled over and snaked an arm out from beneath the warm sheets, sighing to himself. He really wanted nothing more than to roll over and go back to sleep. He couldn't do that, however, as he had promised to meet Spencer for an early breakfast.
“I swear that man is going to be the death of me”. He muttered, throwing back the comfortable cream duvet, pulling himself upright and climbing out of the bed. Stumbling across the cold wooden floor Ryan sighed in relief when his feet reached the fluffy cream rug by the window. Pulling open the curtains revealed a dark sky, and Ryan groaned to himself; it was way too early. Concluding that Spencer must be somewhat mad, he left the comfort of the soft rug and padded through to the bathroom. Ryan flicked on the bathroom light, wincing as the harsh brightness temporarily blinded him. Flicking the shower on, he stripped out of his warm bedclothes and jumped in
"Ah fuck fuck fuck" He jumped out of the shower as ice cold water hit his semi-awake form. Ryan bent to see the dials, frowning. The hot water was on full, yet when he stepped underneath it, it was ice cold. Stumbling out of the bathroom, he reached the boiler cupboard in the hallway and flung open the door. As he had suspected, the boiler was pretty much broken. Deciding to abandon the shower, Ryan shuffled through to his bedroom being thankful only for the fact that the ice cold water had woken him up. Tugging on a pair of black skin tight jeans, with a white t-shirt and a black denim waistcoat, Ryan glanced at his somewhat skinny figure in the mirror and frowned. After pulling a brush through his tangled light-brown hair, he put on a black hat with a small flower in the front and a couple of scarves around his neck. He nodded at his mediocre appearance, deciding a little eyeliner never hurt anyone before grabbing his cell phone and leaving the house.
Ryan shivered as the unusually cold wind hit his arms, and began walking to the coffee shop. It was a quick walk really, down to the end of the small street, past the bakers and the odd little hat store, around the corner and past the record store (Which he always happened to have a look around) and next to the quirky little bakery. The bell on the door went as Ryan entered, and he rolled his eyes as he noticed Spencer chatting animatedly to someone in one of the back booths. The impatient sigh as I reached the empty counter attracted a waitress, a blue eyed girl with long blonde hair.
"Can I help you?" She asked, batting her eyelids a little too vigorously.
"One black coffee and a breakfast bagel please" Ryan told her, looking at the food board with mild disinterest.
"That will be five dollars thirty" She said, again batting her eyelashes which he deducted were absolutely false. Handing her six dollars, he called over his shoulder that she should keep the change before heading towards Spencer and the person he was chatting animatedly to; a half asleep Jon Walker.
"So I said- Oh, hey Ryan" Spencer beamed, waving Ryan over who sat beside a less than happy Jon. A ‘thank goodness’ was heard on Jon’s part, and Ryan suppressed a chuckle.
"Hey Spence, how are you?" Ryan asked, patting Jon's arm sympathetically.
"Brilliant" He beamed. "I have some great news!". That one Ryan had already figured out. See, Spencer normally kept Ryan from his slumber and brought him to the coffee shop when he had news to share. He'd just gotten a new cat, he had been promoted at work, his cat had gotten another cat pregnant and he'd been allowed to keep a kitten, he'd just purchased a new toaster. All that type of thing. Ryan didn't necessarily mind, because Spencer was always such an excitable person and he was great fun to be around. Jon wasn't too keen on the frequent awakenings, however. So Spencer only invited Jon when it was something important, which they presumed this was.
"Go on then, what is it?" Ryan asked, smiling to show that he was interested in whatever Spencer was going to say.
"Well, you know we can’t find a singer for our band-”
“Because you're too stubborn to admit you have a great voice and sing" Jon butted in, earning a glare from Ryan
"Okay.." Ryan said, indicating that Spencer could continue. He wasn’t stubborn, not really, he just didn’t want the responsibility of being the front man, the entertainer. He would much rather be a little in the background.
"Well-"
"There you go" The blonde girl from earlier cut Spencer off, rather rudely, before placing Ryan’s order down and strutting away. Ryan was going to roll his eyes when he noticed both Spencer and Jon were laughing. He raised an eyebrow in question, and Spencer composed himself.
"Turn your coffee cup around" Spencer said, glancingover to where the girl was standing. Ryan flipped it around, rolling his eyes at the hastily scrawled phone number.
"How does he do it?" Jon questioned, looking at the number. Ryan sighed, turning it back around. Yeah, she was sort of pretty but he wouldn’t call her. Not because he was arrogant, but because she’s not exactly his type.
“Unless she has a dick beneath that dress you’re not interested, huh Ry?” Jn asked, and Ryan elbowed him to shut him up.
"Anyway, as I was saying" Spencer said, breaking them from their conversation. "I've found just the guy. He's perfect to be our singer, and our second guitarist". Jon and Ryan leaned forwards, intrigued.
"Go on" Ryan said, and Spencer grinned excitedly.
"Well, his name's Brendon. He has a great voice, stage presence and is a great guitarist. I think you guys will like him because he's so easy to get along with". Spencer sat back, visibly pleased with himself.
"He sounds nice enough, but we need to hear him play first" Jon said, ever the voice of wisdom. Ryan nodded, and Spencer pulled out his phone. He tapped away on the touch screen - something Ryan had never been able to get to grips with - and turned it to face them. The video showed a man, around Ryan’s height. He had dark brown hair and big brown eyes, set on a perfectly symmetrical face. He was wearing a plain white shirt with plain skin tight jeans, and a woollen scarf. The person filming, presumably Spencer, said something and the man laughed. There really was no other word for his smile, it was beautiful. He shook his head and stepped behind his microphone, still chuckling. It was then that Ryan noticed that he was in Spencer's music room, and his first thought was how on earth did Spencer manage to hide a hot guy in his house. As soon as he began to sing, Ryan and Jon both knew he was perfect for the job. His voice was so different from anything else they had ever heard, it captured you in a trance and you didn't want to stop listening. The way he accentuated certain words was amazing, and his voice sounded almost theatrical. This guy was good. Really good. When the video finished Ryan was at a loss for words.
"Man, he is amazing" Jon said, summing up all of their thoughts. Ryan nodded, trying to make his mouth work.
"Yes. Yep, he is. Wow, fuck. Where on earth did you find him?" Ryan asked, and Spencer grinned again. He loved telling stories.
"Well-”
“Ryan Ross, you think he’s hot don’t you?” Jon asked, and Ryan blushed furiously.
“Carry on Spencer” Ryan said, missing the wary look that was shared between his two friends.
“So, um, I was in the record store talking to Mike, the owner, you know? I'd noticed Brendon earlier, browsing records, and he overheard a conversation Mike and I had. Mike had asked how our 'hunt for a singer' was going, and I'd said badly. At this point Brendon piped up and said he could sing, and he was looking for a band to sing with. So I invited him back to my place and, true to his word, he could sing. Brilliantly" Spencer finished, smiling.
"That's awesome Spencer, when can he start?" Ryan asked, sipping my coffee.
"Any time we need him to. Awesome, right?" He said, taking a bite out of Ryan’s breakfast bagel. Ryan nodded, snatching the food back and shaking his head.
"Where does he live? We should pay him a visit" Jon said, also taking a bite of Ryan’s breakfast bagel. Ryan rolled his eyes, again missing a strange shared look between his friends. Spencer’s face fell a little as he began to speak.
"That's the thing, he, uh, lives in Chicago" Spencer said, looking down.
"Chicago? What was he doing here if he lives in Chicago?" Ryan asked, picking up his bagel before either of them could take another bite.
"Visiting a friend" Spencer said, sipping at his own coffee.
"But, how are we supposed to rehearse regularly if he lives in Chicago?" Jon wondered aloud.
"Um" Spencer looked increasingly awkward, and Ryan immediately knew Spencer had done something that he wouldn't like. "Well, Jon lives in a one bedroom apartment, as do I, and you live in a house. With a spare room.". Ryan knew where this was going.
"And?" Ryan prompted, and eyebrow raised sternly
"And...I kinda told him you would be fine with him staying with you, for a while".
I'm rewriting the chapters, due to the change in my writing style, so this is the first updated chapter.
Ryan groaned as his alarm clock went off, the annoying fluorescent red numbers flashing before his eyes and the shrill bleeping ringing in his ears. He rolled over and snaked an arm out from beneath the warm sheets, sighing to himself. He really wanted nothing more than to roll over and go back to sleep. He couldn't do that, however, as he had promised to meet Spencer for an early breakfast.
“I swear that man is going to be the death of me”. He muttered, throwing back the comfortable cream duvet, pulling himself upright and climbing out of the bed. Stumbling across the cold wooden floor Ryan sighed in relief when his feet reached the fluffy cream rug by the window. Pulling open the curtains revealed a dark sky, and Ryan groaned to himself; it was way too early. Concluding that Spencer must be somewhat mad, he left the comfort of the soft rug and padded through to the bathroom. Ryan flicked on the bathroom light, wincing as the harsh brightness temporarily blinded him. Flicking the shower on, he stripped out of his warm bedclothes and jumped in
"Ah fuck fuck fuck" He jumped out of the shower as ice cold water hit his semi-awake form. Ryan bent to see the dials, frowning. The hot water was on full, yet when he stepped underneath it, it was ice cold. Stumbling out of the bathroom, he reached the boiler cupboard in the hallway and flung open the door. As he had suspected, the boiler was pretty much broken. Deciding to abandon the shower, Ryan shuffled through to his bedroom being thankful only for the fact that the ice cold water had woken him up. Tugging on a pair of black skin tight jeans, with a white t-shirt and a black denim waistcoat, Ryan glanced at his somewhat skinny figure in the mirror and frowned. After pulling a brush through his tangled light-brown hair, he put on a black hat with a small flower in the front and a couple of scarves around his neck. He nodded at his mediocre appearance, deciding a little eyeliner never hurt anyone before grabbing his cell phone and leaving the house.
Ryan shivered as the unusually cold wind hit his arms, and began walking to the coffee shop. It was a quick walk really, down to the end of the small street, past the bakers and the odd little hat store, around the corner and past the record store (Which he always happened to have a look around) and next to the quirky little bakery. The bell on the door went as Ryan entered, and he rolled his eyes as he noticed Spencer chatting animatedly to someone in one of the back booths. The impatient sigh as I reached the empty counter attracted a waitress, a blue eyed girl with long blonde hair.
"Can I help you?" She asked, batting her eyelids a little too vigorously.
"One black coffee and a breakfast bagel please" Ryan told her, looking at the food board with mild disinterest.
"That will be five dollars thirty" She said, again batting her eyelashes which he deducted were absolutely false. Handing her six dollars, he called over his shoulder that she should keep the change before heading towards Spencer and the person he was chatting animatedly to; a half asleep Jon Walker.
"So I said- Oh, hey Ryan" Spencer beamed, waving Ryan over who sat beside a less than happy Jon. A ‘thank goodness’ was heard on Jon’s part, and Ryan suppressed a chuckle.
"Hey Spence, how are you?" Ryan asked, patting Jon's arm sympathetically.
"Brilliant" He beamed. "I have some great news!". That one Ryan had already figured out. See, Spencer normally kept Ryan from his slumber and brought him to the coffee shop when he had news to share. He'd just gotten a new cat, he had been promoted at work, his cat had gotten another cat pregnant and he'd been allowed to keep a kitten, he'd just purchased a new toaster. All that type of thing. Ryan didn't necessarily mind, because Spencer was always such an excitable person and he was great fun to be around. Jon wasn't too keen on the frequent awakenings, however. So Spencer only invited Jon when it was something important, which they presumed this was.
"Go on then, what is it?" Ryan asked, smiling to show that he was interested in whatever Spencer was going to say.
"Well, you know we can’t find a singer for our band-”
“Because you're too stubborn to admit you have a great voice and sing" Jon butted in, earning a glare from Ryan
"Okay.." Ryan said, indicating that Spencer could continue. He wasn’t stubborn, not really, he just didn’t want the responsibility of being the front man, the entertainer. He would much rather be a little in the background.
"Well-"
"There you go" The blonde girl from earlier cut Spencer off, rather rudely, before placing Ryan’s order down and strutting away. Ryan was going to roll his eyes when he noticed both Spencer and Jon were laughing. He raised an eyebrow in question, and Spencer composed himself.
"Turn your coffee cup around" Spencer said, glancingover to where the girl was standing. Ryan flipped it around, rolling his eyes at the hastily scrawled phone number.
"How does he do it?" Jon questioned, looking at the number. Ryan sighed, turning it back around. Yeah, she was sort of pretty but he wouldn’t call her. Not because he was arrogant, but because she’s not exactly his type.
“Unless she has a dick beneath that dress you’re not interested, huh Ry?” Jn asked, and Ryan elbowed him to shut him up.
"Anyway, as I was saying" Spencer said, breaking them from their conversation. "I've found just the guy. He's perfect to be our singer, and our second guitarist". Jon and Ryan leaned forwards, intrigued.
"Go on" Ryan said, and Spencer grinned excitedly.
"Well, his name's Brendon. He has a great voice, stage presence and is a great guitarist. I think you guys will like him because he's so easy to get along with". Spencer sat back, visibly pleased with himself.
"He sounds nice enough, but we need to hear him play first" Jon said, ever the voice of wisdom. Ryan nodded, and Spencer pulled out his phone. He tapped away on the touch screen - something Ryan had never been able to get to grips with - and turned it to face them. The video showed a man, around Ryan’s height. He had dark brown hair and big brown eyes, set on a perfectly symmetrical face. He was wearing a plain white shirt with plain skin tight jeans, and a woollen scarf. The person filming, presumably Spencer, said something and the man laughed. There really was no other word for his smile, it was beautiful. He shook his head and stepped behind his microphone, still chuckling. It was then that Ryan noticed that he was in Spencer's music room, and his first thought was how on earth did Spencer manage to hide a hot guy in his house. As soon as he began to sing, Ryan and Jon both knew he was perfect for the job. His voice was so different from anything else they had ever heard, it captured you in a trance and you didn't want to stop listening. The way he accentuated certain words was amazing, and his voice sounded almost theatrical. This guy was good. Really good. When the video finished Ryan was at a loss for words.
"Man, he is amazing" Jon said, summing up all of their thoughts. Ryan nodded, trying to make his mouth work.
"Yes. Yep, he is. Wow, fuck. Where on earth did you find him?" Ryan asked, and Spencer grinned again. He loved telling stories.
"Well-”
“Ryan Ross, you think he’s hot don’t you?” Jon asked, and Ryan blushed furiously.
“Carry on Spencer” Ryan said, missing the wary look that was shared between his two friends.
“So, um, I was in the record store talking to Mike, the owner, you know? I'd noticed Brendon earlier, browsing records, and he overheard a conversation Mike and I had. Mike had asked how our 'hunt for a singer' was going, and I'd said badly. At this point Brendon piped up and said he could sing, and he was looking for a band to sing with. So I invited him back to my place and, true to his word, he could sing. Brilliantly" Spencer finished, smiling.
"That's awesome Spencer, when can he start?" Ryan asked, sipping my coffee.
"Any time we need him to. Awesome, right?" He said, taking a bite out of Ryan’s breakfast bagel. Ryan nodded, snatching the food back and shaking his head.
"Where does he live? We should pay him a visit" Jon said, also taking a bite of Ryan’s breakfast bagel. Ryan rolled his eyes, again missing a strange shared look between his friends. Spencer’s face fell a little as he began to speak.
"That's the thing, he, uh, lives in Chicago" Spencer said, looking down.
"Chicago? What was he doing here if he lives in Chicago?" Ryan asked, picking up his bagel before either of them could take another bite.
"Visiting a friend" Spencer said, sipping at his own coffee.
"But, how are we supposed to rehearse regularly if he lives in Chicago?" Jon wondered aloud.
"Um" Spencer looked increasingly awkward, and Ryan immediately knew Spencer had done something that he wouldn't like. "Well, Jon lives in a one bedroom apartment, as do I, and you live in a house. With a spare room.". Ryan knew where this was going.
"And?" Ryan prompted, and eyebrow raised sternly
"And...I kinda told him you would be fine with him staying with you, for a while".
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