The Pentagon Relationship

"NO RYAN! DON’T TURN OUT THE LIGHT!!"

Yep, that’s right. It was now 1 o’clock in the morning, the movie over about an hour ago. I sat, with the blankets around me, on the couch.

"Come on, it’s one in the morning! There’s nothing in here." He said groggily.

"Oh yea? Then what’s that?" I said, pointing over towards the shadow by the window.

"Oh that!? Of course it can’t be a plant, so it’s a monster from Jupiter that camouflages itself to look like a flowerpot. It’s the only logical explanation." He said with a shrug. I looked closer, and he was right. It was a flowerpot with a green plant in it.

"Ha ha. Very funny." I said, glaring.

"I’m going to bed, Adeline. See ya’." He got off of the chair by the tv, and started to walk towards the bedroom.

"Ryan! There’s a scary picture over there! It keeps looking at me! RYAN!!!" I started to scream at him, whimpering at the same time.

"Well, no wonder! It’s a picture of you in grade 5! Just go to sleep."

"…Ryaaaaaaaaannnnnnn… can you sing me a song?"

"Boy, you’re random when you’re scared. Fine, one song, and then we go to sleep!" He began to go to his room, and came back out with his guitar.

"Which one?" he asked, fully awake now.

"I dunno. Any." I said smiling. Ryan was an amazing guitar player, not to mention he could sing well too. That’s the reason he is living here. He wanted to be a musician, but Dad said he should go to college, to become a doctor or lawyer, because "he would be good at that." Well, that just pissed Ryan off. They got into this big argument, Ryan accusing him of not letting him do what he wants, and suffocating him. Not to mention he implied that Ryan wasn’t a good musician, which he absolutely was.

"Fine then. I’ll surprise you." He said with a smile, and swung his guitar onto his lap, and began to play. The first couple of notes didn’t sound familiar, so I kept listening. I looked up to him. He just smiled at me, and kept playing. Then he started to sing.

"Waiting for your call, I'm sick
call, I'm angry
call, I'm desperate for your voice.
I'm listening to the song we used to sing in the car.
Do you remember, butterfly, early summer?"

And he continued to play my favorite song by Secondhand Serenade.

"Stay with me tonight" he ended.

" When did you learn that?"

"A long time ago. I just had to perfect it before I could play it to you though. I wouldn’t want to massacre your favorite song." He said with a laugh.

"Thanks Ryan. You really are the best brother ever."

"Yea. I know. Whatever would you do without me?" he said, and I rolled my eyes at him.

"I’d probably be 5 pounds lighter, without all the cookies you feed me!" I replied, rubbing my stomach.

"Now, go to sleep!"

"Fiiiine. Night Ryan." I said, as he walked back to his room. Snuggling back into the blankets on the couch, I fell asleep.