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!!Brendons POV!!
It's been 6 months since I came back to Ryan. May and my parents have texted asking where I am but I just simply said I moved out. They can't know im with Ryan, even though I think May knows.
I live with Ryan. His uncle doesn't mind since I help out around the house and occasionally give money for bills. Jon still hasn't went back home. I thought he'd just come down for me to see Ryan, stay a day or two and then leave, but.. hes stayed.
Obviously there's no room in Ryan's house, (even if there was i doubt ryan would be very keen on him staying) so Jons been staying somewhere else. Spencers house.
I'm honestly surprised he was aloud to stay with Spencer. They've known each other like 6 months and Spencer somehow convinced his parents to let Jon live with them? Crazy.
Ryan thinks theres more to it. That they're more than just friends. But I don't think so. Jon is still saying hes straight, and Spence, is obviously a boy.
I love living with Ryan. Its amazing. I get to wake up beside him every morning and go asleep beside him every night. It's the best.
Since me and Ryan are both finished school, we basically spend the days shopping, hanging out by ourselves or with Spencer and Jon, listening to music and even making music together sometimes (even though our band isn't even signed and we're kinda shitty).
I hear Ryan shuffle beside me so I roll over and wrap my arms back around him. Ryan grumbles and rubs his eyes. I watch him as he attempts to sit up but im half on top of him.
He grumbles and cracks one eye open. I look up and grin. "Morning Ry!" He groans and tries to roll away from me. Rude. I grumble and roll off. "Whats got your panties in a twist?" He throws a pillow at my head. Maybe i deserved that. I sigh and lay back down.
I look over at him "Seriously, Ry, what's up?" "Nothing." He mumbles into his pillow. Hes so grumpy in the mornings. Fine. If hes gonna be like that im not wasting my time. I stand up and walk to our wardrobe to look for clothes.
I can feel him watching me but I dont bother to look back as I get dressed. I put on skinny jeans and a purple hoodie before turning to him.
"Can you do my eyeliner?"
He rubs his eyes and nods, sitting up and walking to his desk to grab eyeliner. I sit down on the bed so he can reach my eyes better. He walks back over and yawns.
"Hold still."
He holds my chin and puts eyeliner on my water line and around it before smudging it. He does that to both eyes before stepping back a bit to get a good look. He hums and nods.
"That should be good."
I nod and watch him walk away to get dressed since right now hes just walking around in his boxers. He must be freezing. I'm cold in a hoodie and jeans.
He puts on jeans and a hoodie aswell before flopping onto the bed. "Jon and Spence are coming over to practice music since George is out." I nod and watch him.
"Do you really think Jon and Spencer are going out?" I ask after a minute.
Ryan nods. "Uh yeah, have you seen them? Jon is always all over Spence, they share a bed and I've seen Spence when hes around people he likes. He definitely likes Jon. He just wont admit it, even to me."
I sigh and nod. "But Jons straight.."
Ryan raises his eyebrows. "Dude.. you still believe that? I swear he was making out with a guy at that halloween party, no?"
I shrug. "I dont know.. he hasnt said anything to me about it." I grumble and rest my chin on my palm. He shrugs.
"He will eventually, especially if he starts going out with Spence. Me and Spence tell each other everything, and if Spencer tells me, Jon sorta has to tell you."
I sigh and nod. "I guess youre right.. we better clean up before they come, we'll need space to practice." Ryan nods and stands, I follow after him.
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!!Jons POV!!
I wake up at around 9am, slumped on top of Spencer. I attempted to stretch but end up hitting him in the face. He wakes up from it and grabs his face, groaning. I snicker and mumble. "Sorry dude, was just stretching."
Spencer grumbles and cracks one eye open. "Are you sure? That felt intentional. It was like, exactly my nose."
I snicker and roll off him. Thankfully he has a double bed so I lay on what's supposed to be my side. (I've slept on it once because we had a fight.)
Spencer rolls over to face me and hums. "Are we going to Ryan's today? He was texting me last night that he has new songs wrote." I nod and roll over closer. I stare up at him and nod, messing with his shirt.
He grins and pushes me off before sitting up. He stretches before walking over to his wardrobe to get dressed. I grumble and flop onto my back, watching him walk around.
Spencer gets dressed in skinny jeans (i know they're girl jeans, I just can't prove it.), a pink and purple top that shows a bit of his stomach from between the jeans and shirt and a white zip up over it.
He walks over to his mirror to fix his hair and I playfully whistle. He looks back and glares. I grin back and flop back onto the bed. "Nice ass" I comment as he rolls his eyes and grumbles.
"Can you drive?" I mumble after a while. Spencer groans. "Seriously, dude? Cmon, I drove last time!" "Yeah but like.. im tired.."
"You slept like 10 hours. You were fast asleep by 11. I had to just lie there because I wasn't tired and you decided to leave the remote at the other side of the room."
I roll my eyes. "You could've easily woke me."
"Last time I woke you up you didn't talk to me for a day because you were throwing a fit."
"I did not throw a fit!"
"Uh huh.. sure.. now, get dressed so we can get going. I have a key to the house if their still sleeping."
I roll my eyes before standing and walking to my wardrobe and grabbing clothes. Jeans and a band shirt. Good enough.
"Where's your eyeliner? I broke mine." I ask Spencer and look around
"How'd you break it?"
"Stepped on it, now where's yours?"
Spencer points to his desk. I rummage through the small makeup bag and eventually find eyeliner. I lean over the desk to see my eye better and put the eyeliner on, smudging it.
I turn to Spencer. "You are driving by the way."
He groans but grabs his keys and walks to the door. I smile and follow.
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