[ SWEET TALK 101 ] [ Ryan Ross & William Beckett ] .005

The sun is just about to set. I'm headed over to the studio right now in my little beat up car. I'm going to surprise you, and you're gonna love it.

Considering we share a label, we record in the same building, and I know my way around. There's little windows leading into a few of the studios, but I don't need them to know which one is your room, fortunately. Your band is secretive, and you hang a blanket over the window to keep the people and the light out. You guys are so cute.

I can hardly contain my excitement. I told you I was going to be busy this week so we wouldn't get to see each other much. And we haven't either. So I can barely wait to see your gorgeous face light up.

I knock on the door lightly, out of respect, then open it and look in. Jon is messing around on a laptop. You and Brendon are looking over something on a piece of paper on the couch. Spencer, he's sleeping.

"Well you guys look like you're working hard," I say sarcastically with a grin as I step in and close the door behind me.

Your back is to the door and your head spins around, and a grin immediately spreads across your face. "Will!" you exclaim, throwing the sheet of paper off to the side. You race over to me and hug me tightly. You try to kiss me but it's hard to keep any consistency through all your smiling.

Spencer stirs on his makeshift bed of pillows on the floor, woken by the excitement. "You two haven't seen each other in what...24 hours?" he says groggily, and I'm not sure if he's being sarcastic or not.

"Try a week," you say, still clinging onto me. You turn back to me and smile again, your hands running through my tangled hair. Oh it feels amazing. "How are you?"

"I'm in-" I quickly kiss your lips. "-credible. You know...I really do want to talk to you about something. Is it okay if I interrupt your hard work for a bit?"

You turn around and look at Brendon with a pout on your lips, asking for permission, and you grin when he smiles and nods. I must say I am very, very surprised. You grab my hand and pull me out of the room, out into the hallway. My hands instantly stuff themselves in the front pockets of my jeans. I don't know where to start. Your radiating happiness is enough to scramble all my thoughts. "So...Does your band still want to kill me?"

"I think they're starting to lighten up," you say smiling and nodding. "I mean, Brendon's got a girlfriend! He...couldn't be happier."

"Wait...Brendon's-"

"Forget it," you say and then roll your eyes. I can tell you wish you hadn't mentioned it. I don't want to get paranoid so I shrug it off.

"Sorry."

"No problem!" Your adorable, uncommon grin returns quickly. "What did you want to talk about?"

I don't know how to say what I need to say. I don't want to seem forward. I don't want to seem humble either. I take a breath and start to explain. "Mike's girlfriend is moving into our apartment. She and I...well," I smile. "you know about she and I. We don't get along. And I was just wondering if it was possible-"

"Yes!" you squeel. "You were going to ask to move in with me right...?"

I laugh. "Yeah. It's okay?"

"Yes!" you say again. "I get so bored without anyone there."

I grin. I really didn't think it would be this easy. But then again, you're easy. In the best way, of course. "Great! I'll go back and pack my things and be there later tonight?"

"Awesome."

My smile doesn't leave as I kiss your cheek. "Thank you, Ryan."

You return a smile and touch my hand. "You bet." And you turn around, back into the studio.