Flexible--Rydon--8"There's this kid," Brent says a couple days after Trevor leaves, "in my music classplays the guitar pretty well."
Spencer is sitting at his drums, as per usual, and Ryan is curled up on the couch like a sick kitten, as per usual. "Go on," Spencer says, absent-mindedly drumming on the snare.
"And I was thinking maybe he could, you know, take Trevor's old spot," Brent says awkwardly.
"No," Ryan says flatly. "We don't need another guitarist. We're a trio now."
Brent and Spencer exchange exasperated looks, and eventually manage to compromise with Ryan: they'll put the kid through an audition and they'll take him only if Ryan agrees to it.
"So what's this kid's name?" Spencer asks.
Ryan shakes his head as if to clear it. Both two-syllable names. Both with the 're' sound the beginning and the 'o' sound near the end. Both guitarists. But this kid, this Brendon, is not Trevor and will never be Trevor. I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys and trophy wives.
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Flexible--Rydon--7The door opens and Spencer walks into Ryan's room to find his friend twisted into an uncomfortable-looking pretzel.
"Dwah, what?" Spencer exclaims in surprise. "Since when were you so flexible?"
"Since about three years ago," Ryan replies in a cold voice, easily sliding out of his twist, and that's when Spencer sees his red and puffy eyes.
"You've been crying," Spencer says abruptly and sits down beside Ryan, slinging an arm over his friend's shoulders. "What's wrong?"
Ryan bits his lip and stretches up to touch his foot to the top of his head. "Trevor's leaving," he whispers.
"His dad got a job in D.C. and they're moving next week," Ryan says.
"Oh man, what's gonna happen to the band?" Spencer asks and Ryan nods like that's what he's so upset about.
"We find a new guitarist," he mutters and buries his face in his pillow, his toes coming up to brush against his shoulders. "I guess."
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