Hold A Lover Close (Ryden)

Chapter 4

Authors Note: Finally chapter 4....I'm so sorry if you have been reading this for a while and keep checking to see if I have updated only to be disappointed. I really don't mean to get distracted but I have a really bad habit of jumping around from one project to another. My head is so full of ideas and I spin new ones every day and I end up working on another story and procrastinating on my previous ones. I'm trying to correct my ways (which is extremely hard) Anyways I was suddenly inspired and I wrote chapter 4. Which is below...anyways I hope you guys like it and please don't hate me for not updating. Also it would mean the world to me if your read my other Panic! At The Disco fanfiction 'The Cab' it's my most popular book on here and probably my favorite :) but yeah it would be awesome if you would at least consider it......here's the chapter now......

Chapter 4-

I didn't expect for only four people to show up. I didn't expect for him to audition. I didn't expect for him to notice me. I didn't expect for him to be so amazing. I didn't expect my heart to beat faster or for the fluttering to start in my stomach. I didn't expect for him to be the one we picked. And I certainly didn't expect for him to remember me as we all cleared out.

I was just Ryan Ross, the former singer of the band he just joined, why would he remember me? Why would I cross his mind as he walked ahead with our other members? Why would I bare any importance whatsoever to this boy? And why was he so adorable? More importantly, why do I think he's adorable?

I couldn't answer any of those questions though as Brendon stopped suddenly, Brent and Spencer giving him confused looks seeing as they were all talking and walking. He doesn't start walking again, and he doesn't ask Spencer to finish his sentence. He does however turn around to look at me.

"Hi I'm Brendon." he says extending his hand to me.

"Umm hi....I'm Ryan?" I say more like a question then I would have preferred. Great now he's going to think I'm weird because I made it sound like I don't even know my own name. Way to go Ross.

"I know I introduced myself back there but I felt I needed to do it properly." he explains.

"Alright man." I say.

"So I hope you don't mind me filling your spot..." he begins and I can't help but cut him off, I don't want him feeling guilty about anything.

"Dude, it's fine. It was my idea actually. And you're a much better singer than me."

"Are you sure?" he asks as we all start walking again. Brent and Spencer starting their own conversation as we carry out ours with each step.

"Yeah." is my short and subtle reply.

"You'll at least sing backup right? It wouldn't feel right if you didn't."

"Yeah man, if you want me to sing backup, then I'll sing backup." I say at the same time that I realize I would do just about everything this boy wanted me to. Funny how I had just met him not 20 minutes ago and I was already dedicating myself to him. How pathetic could I get? Then again just because I've only met him now, doesn't mean I haven't noticed him before. Because believe me I had noticed Brendon a long time ago.

*Flashback*

"Hey Fag, I'm talking to you." sneers Warner Thompson. I don't say anything. I'm not supposed to. Warner's beat that into me well enough by now. It's only the first week of sophomore year and he's managed to pummel me as close to a pulp as he can without anyone noticing. Unless of course the person happened to take a second look at me, which no one did.

"What did I say about staying out of my eye line? Was I not clear enough? I don't want to see a fag like you. Ever. So just be a good boy and don't make me tell you again. Do you understand?" he asks. I nod, which apparently isn't good enough for him.