Chapter 1 - You're Coming Unglued - Ryan Ross

The boys had all fallen asleep half way through the movie, so I turned off the tv and dvd machine. I walked up the stairs and opened the closet at the end of the hallway. I found three blankets and brought them back downstairs and laid one over each of the sleeping figures. I walked back up the stairs, changed into my pyjamas and climbed into Ryan’s bed and let a dreamless sleep take my mind away.

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“You’re up early.” Ryan said, walking into the kitchen and sat at the table.

I had been up for a good three and a half hour. In that time, I had gotten dressed, cleaned Ryan’s room, picked everything up in the living room, washed the dishes, and now I’m sitting at the Ross’ kitchen table eating cereal.

I glanced at the clock, “its 11:30.”

“Oh.” Ryan replied, getting up and getting himself some cereal.

Shortly after Ryan sat down, Brendon burst into the room.

“Oh my gosh, Ryan, guess what? I had the weirdest dream where you had this random girl sitting on your front la—,” he looked in my direction, “Oh, it was real. Weird.”

“Do you ever listen or remember anything?” Ryan questioned in his monotone voice.

“Huh?”

Ryan simply shook his head, eating another spoonful of cereal as Brendon got his own cereal.

“Okay, well, I’m sure you two are like super cool to hang out with and stuff but this is actually really, really boring.” With that Brendon picked up his bowl and walked back into the living room.

I brought my bowl over to the sink once I had finished my meal. Ryan was still munching away at his Rice Krispies.

The sound of Saturday morning cartoons played through the television speakers. I expected Spencer would be coming into the kitchen soon for his cereal.

I opened the cupboard, having to reach my arm up to get the bowl, which exposed a part of my skin.

“Whoa. That’s a colourful bruise. What happened?” Ryan asked, brining his bowl as well over to the sink.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I just ran into a doorknob, that’s all.” I replied, attempting to make a reassuring smile.

“That isn’t just from a doorknob.” He said, walking towards me and lifting up the edge of my shirt to reveal the large wound. He smoothed his fingers of the slightly swelled skin, causing me to inhale sharply.

“I’m hungry. Make me food.” Spencer demanded, entering the kitchen and seating himself sleepily at the table.