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You know how there's something that you don't want to see in the morning? Well, I saw something. Spencer in my house, in my room, going through my underwear drawer. What's worse, Ryan was there with him.
It took a moment to register as Spencer held up a pair of black lace undies. Ryan's face turned red as he held back a laugh.
"Wow....I didn't think she'd have a pair like these...",Spencer snickered, shooting them at Ryan's face.
"GAH!!",he swatted them off his face, bumpping into my bed. I jumpped up and hit them outside the head,"YOU PERVS!!! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING GOING THROUGH MY UNDERWEAR DRAWER!!!",I snatched the underwear up and stuffed them in my drawer and pushed them out of the room,"And what the hell are you doing here Spencer?"
"Aio told me to come over. She said you guys might need help setting things up..and to wake you up, since Ry was out of it too this morning when she left when Brendon picked her up.",he crossed his arms,"Nice undies by the way."
I slammed the door in his face, flustered and pissed. Spencer was a cool guy, but damn. How had Ryan put up with him for all these years?

I changed and left my room, grabbing my guitar, ready to leave, to find Spencer cooking something and Ryan examining my Gibson ES-137 Classic. I walked over to him,"It used to be my dad's."
"Really?"
I nodded,"Yeap, he got it not long after I was born. He was in a band in the eighties, not a mainstream band, but a small band in town. They had venues at local bars and clubs, every once in awhile getting big venues. They didn't care about the fame or money. It was the music...he taught me how to play.",I felt a sense of long lost nostalgia. I missed watching my dad play. Hearing him play any song or making up new ones. Teaching me how to hold the guitar. He got in an accident a few years ago, became paralyzed in his left side, couldn't play again. I was about twelve at the time.
"What was the name of the band?"
"Crystaline Blood."
"Blood is a family name, huh?",he turned to me with a smile.
It took a moment to set in,"OH! Yeah!!,I turned back to the guitar,"I miss hearing him play covers of Beatle songs, teaching me how to play Smoke on the Water.",I laughed as I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I went to wipe it away, but Ryan beat me to it,"What...what happened to him?",he spoke softly now.
"He was coming home from work one night, he worked as a technician at the university, anyways, he was coming home and he got in a bad wreck. The guy was drunk and said he didn't see the car coming. He became paralyzed in his whole left side. He can't play anymore. Tore him up badly. I felt so horrible. The one thing my dad loved more then life itself, was music. Now he can't play. That's why I love it so much...I play for me, the music, and him."
"Thats...that's horrible...what about the guy that hit him?"
"My mom sued his ass!!",I laughed hollowly, feeling vengence,"He died the night before his conviction! Alcohol posioning! What a coincendence...",I clenched my fists and now glared at the guitar. It wasn't a reminder of my father, it was a note of the man that hurt him!
Ryan grabbed me as I went to swing it. I hadn't noticed that I had reached out to it. I didn't see it. I was blinded by fury and tears. I fell limp to him, drained and beat.
He led me to a chair and set me down at the table. He then sat next to me, watching me as I took off the guitar I had and propped it up next to the table, and layed my head down at it. Now I was depressed and probably had Ryan thinking I was crazy and that I had a kinky taste in underwear. To solve that, they were Aio's, and I have no clue as to why they had gotten there!!
Spencer laid a plate with a ham and cheese omlete infront of me. I instinctly ate as Ryan told Spencer something quietly and they watched me. Great, now Spencer was probably thinking I was crazy. Forget the underwear! The omlete was wonderful! I'd hire Spencer as my chef any day if all his cooking was good like this. I finished it as the two talked quietly behind me. I finished and got up and grabbed my guitar,"Let's go. We have stuff to do..."
My sudden change in attitude surprised them I think, cause they stopped and stared at me like I had said that I would rape Pamela Anderson.
"Come on...we have stuff to do...don't look at me like that...come on!",I stompped out the door and they followed. This was going to be another long day!

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You know how there's something that you don't want to see in the morning? Well, I saw something. Spencer in my house, in my room, going through my underwear drawer. What's worse, Ryan was there with him.
It took a moment to register as Spencer held up a pair of black lace undies. Ryan's face turned red as he held back a laugh.
"Wow....I didn't think she'd have a pair like these...",Spencer snickered, shooting them at Ryan's face.
"GAH!!",he swatted them off his face, bumpping into my bed. I jumpped up and hit them outside the head,"YOU PERVS!!! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING GOING THROUGH MY UNDERWEAR DRAWER!!!",I snatched the underwear up and stuffed them in my drawer and pushed them out of the room,"And what the hell are you doing here Spencer?"
"Aio told me to come over. She said you guys might need help setting things up..and to wake you up, since Ry was out of it too this morning when she left when Brendon picked her up.",he crossed his arms,"Nice undies by the way."
I slammed the door in his face, flustered and pissed. Spencer was a cool guy, but damn. How had Ryan put up with him for all these years?

I changed and left my room, grabbing my guitar, ready to leave, to find Spencer cooking something and Ryan examining my Gibson ES-137 Classic. I walked over to him,"It used to be my dad's."
"Really?"
I nodded,"Yeap, he got it not long after I was born. He was in a band in the eighties, not a mainstream band, but a small band in town. They had venues at local bars and clubs, every once in awhile getting big venues. They didn't care about the fame or money. It was the music...he taught me how to play.",I felt a sense of long lost nostalgia. I missed watching my dad play. Hearing him play any song or making up new ones. Teaching me how to hold the guitar. He got in an accident a few years ago, became paralyzed in his left side, couldn't play again. I was about twelve at the time.
"What was the name of the band?"
"Crystaline Blood."
"Blood is a family name, huh?",he turned to me with a smile.
It took a moment to set in,"OH! Yeah!!,I turned back to the guitar,"I miss hearing him play covers of Beatle songs, teaching me how to play Smoke on the Water.",I laughed as I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I went to wipe it away, but Ryan beat me to it,"What...what happened to him?",he spoke softly now.
"He was coming home from work one night, he worked as a technician at the university, anyways, he was coming home and he got in a bad wreck. The guy was drunk and said he didn't see the car coming. He became paralyzed in his whole left side. He can't play anymore. Tore him up badly. I felt so horrible. The one thing my dad loved more then life itself, was music. Now he can't play. That's why I love it so much...I play for me, the music, and him."
"Thats...that's horrible...what about the guy that hit him?"
"My mom sued his ass!!",I laughed hollowly, feeling vengence,"He died the night before his conviction! Alcohol posioning! What a coincendence...",I clenched my fists and now glared at the guitar. It wasn't a reminder of my father, it was a note of the man that hurt him!
Ryan grabbed me as I went to swing it. I hadn't noticed that I had reached out to it. I didn't see it. I was blinded by fury and tears. I fell limp to him, drained and beat.
He led me to a chair and set me down at the table. He then sat next to me, watching me as I took off the guitar I had and propped it up next to the table, and layed my head down at it. Now I was depressed and probably had Ryan thinking I was crazy and that I had a kinky taste in underwear. To solve that, they were Aio's, and I have no clue as to why they had gotten there!!
Spencer laid a plate with a ham and cheese omlete infront of me. I instinctly ate as Ryan told Spencer something quietly and they watched me. Great, now Spencer was probably thinking I was crazy. Forget the underwear! The omlete was wonderful! I'd hire Spencer as my chef any day if all his cooking was good like this. I finished it as the two talked quietly behind me. I finished and got up and grabbed my guitar,"Let's go. We have stuff to do..."
My sudden change in attitude surprised them I think, cause they stopped and stared at me like I had said that I would rape Pamela Anderson.
"Come on...we have stuff to do...don't look at me like that...come on!",I stompped out the door and they followed. This was going to be another long day!