Title: Untitled [as of now]
Pairing: Brendon/OFC & Ryan/OFC
Summary: I was sitting down on the floor, fixing my stuff when Anna noticed a white envelope lying on our bed.
Disclaimer: Fake, obvs.
Dedications: For the people, especially my bff, who is going to hate me after reading the end. Don't kill meeee!!! *hides*
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So here we are in San Francisco. This is actually just a stopover for us – well, sort of. The band just has to do an interview, a photo shoot for a magazine and play at a small venue. Right now, I’m at our dumpy hotel room. All of the hair and makeup team shared a room; we’re a total of 8 so there are 4 of us in each room. Anna and I were bunked with Jenna and Astrid, both hairstylists. All of us were getting ready to go out and go sight seeing or something, or just talk at a nearby Starbucks. Anna was still taking a shower and god knows how long she’s going to be in the bathroom. The two of us were the only ones left preparing while Jenna and Astrid were watching some game show on TV. I was doing my makeup and fixing my hair when a knock on the door came.
Nobody got up from their lazy ass to open the door and since I was the nearest to the door, I had to answer it for all of them. To my surprise, it was Ryan.
“Hey, Ryan.” I greeted, still holding my eye shadow.
“Hey, I’m glad you opened the door.” He said, “Can I talk to you for a sec?”
“Sure,” I closed the door behind me and the two of us walked further from the door, “what’s up?”
“Um…” he was avoiding eye contact and had his hands shoved inside the pockets of his jeans. “Gosh, I don’t know where to start. Err…well, this is about Anna and I was wondering if I could, you know…if maybe I could take her out some time soon?”
I stared at him. “Why are you asking me this?” I was confused to why he was asking, but inside, I was screaming for joy and excitement. Ryan Ross is going to ask my best friend out! Oh my God, they’re going to have babies soon!
“Well, you are her best friend and I know you care for each other a lot so, I had to make sure that it’s alright for you before I ask her out.”
I smiled at him. “Yeah, sure it’s alright. You have my blessing, Ry.”
“Thanks, Em.” He smiled and then pulled me into a friendly hug. I had to tiptoe to reach him. Damn boy sure is tall. We let go of each other and went on our separate ways. I could hear him mumbling something about rejection and not being good with girls.
“Hey Ry…” he turned around and looked at me, “don’t worry, she likes you too.”
A bigger smile appeared on his face as he nodded and went back to his room. Ah, this is going to be so much fun.
Oh my God. I’m so tired. A whole day out in San Francisco shopping just killed my feet. Yeah, that’s what we have been doing the whole day. While we were out there enjoying the clothes and the food that we ate in-between shopper’s paradise, the band was at a photo shoot and doing an interview – and they surely didn’t need us. But hey, we don’t mind; we got to go shopping anyway.
Anna and I were the first one to arrive at our hotel room. Jenna and Astrid were probably still out there doing god knows what with the rest of the style crew. Upon entering our room, we dropped all of our shopping bags – several of them – on the floor. I was sitting down on the floor, fixing my stuff when Anna noticed a white envelope lying on our bed.
“What’s this?” she picked up the envelope and examined it, “It’s for me?”
I quickly got up on my feet and looked over her shoulder. Indeed, the letter was addressed to her and by the way her name was scribbled across the face of the covering, we didn’t recognize the handwriting.
“Should I open it?” she asked me.
“Well, it’s your letter. Go ahead and open it, I’ll be in the bathroom.” I walked inside the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I looked at my reflection and waited for a reaction to be heard from Anna. I had a feeling the letter came from Ryan himself and that’s when it happened.
More blasphemous chanting to the Lord above us continued to escape her lips.
“EMMY!” and she screams for my name, “EMMY! GET OUT OF THERE AND GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!”
I smirked, but when I opened the door the smirk disappeared and I put on my best annoyed look on my face.
“What?” I asked, “What is it this time?”
She didn’t answer me and just shoved the piece of paper into my hands.
I looked at her, to the paper and then began to read. Ryan outdid himself this time: he wrote a fucking song to Anna. A FUCKING SONG! But wait, it’s not just any song: it’s A FUCKING PERSONALIZED SONG FOR ANNA. And you know how he signed it at the end?
Jesus Christ. He signed it using his old LiveJournal name before the stupid crazy fuckers spammed him, leading him to delete his journal. Yeah, I know; we spend too much time on the internet, lurking about.
“Oh my God, what do I do!?”
“How the hell am I going to reply to this–” she grabbed the paper away from me and pointed at it, “–beautiful song and write something equally as good as this? I’m not the songwriter here!”
“Just reply. It doesn’t have to be a song or anything.” I shrugged at her.
Anna sighed. “Hand me my notepad, will you?”
I smiled at her and handed her the notepad that she brought along and a pen. “Good luck, darling. Don’t forget to sign it!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she waved me off. Anna leaned against the headboard with her notepad propped against her knees and her pen around her fingers, tapping the blank page and biting her lip; she was concentrating hard on her reply. I shook my head and decided to leave the room.
“Where are you going?” Anna asked upon seeing me opening the door and about to step out.
I didn’t look back and answer her; instead, I waved my box of cigarettes in the air and then left the room. I could hear Anna yelling out my name from the room, but I chose to ignore it.
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