*was actually ever so slightly amused by the fact they used Gerard and Mikey's names, but doesn't say anything, as is also very worked up and convinced, by now, that nothing is going to work* I dunno, I guess they thought it was a good idea, or something, rather than in their own names, which was probably. I don't know. Sort of smart? But.
*the elevator chimes to a stop and Mikey steps out, looking down the corridor* I'm not saying it wasn't smart. It's just. They could've registered under you and Gabe or something, dude.
148... 150... 152... 154, there it is. *hovers in front of the door* Dude, this is your business. Go ahead.
*stares blankly at the door for a second, then at Mikey, then back at the door* Right, right. *knocks on the door*
*hears a knock and almost shits himself*
Ryan! Who the hell is that?
*Jumps and shivers violently.*
*Whispers too.* I-I d-don't k-know.
*Reaches out for Brendon's hand, squeezing tightly.*
*squeezes his hand back, swallowing*
It's ok, we'll ignore them, they'll go away, I promise.
*doesn't really sound very convinced though*
*shuffles a little closer to Ryan and watches the door intently*
*Moves closer to Brendon, and wraps his arm around the smaller boy's waist.*
I, t-they w-won't, what if... *Bites his lip nervously*
*frowns, and knocks again* Brendon?
*freaks out a little*
Oh my fucking god shit! it's Pete! Fuck!
*stares at Ryan, wide-eyed*
What do we do now?
*Pulls him closer, whispering into his ear.*
It's okay, it's okay Bren.*
*Doesn't really know what to do as he's freaking out quite badly as well.*
*stares at the door some more, which is clearly not being opened, and then looks at Mikey* Dude, what. What now?
*knocks again* Brendon? Brendon, you wanna, like. Open the door?
*looks at Ryan*
He's not gonna go away.
*bites his lip, knowing this is all his fault*
*Squeezes his eyes shut, feeling sick.*
I-I k-now h-he's n-not. W-What do w-we d-do?
*knocks again, feeling like it's a little bit useless, and looks back at Mikey* Do you think I should try and. I dunno, pick the lock or something or what?
*widens his eyes* That doesn't feel like the smartest thing you could do, dude. But hey. Your family.
*closes his eyes briefly, then shouts through the door*
We can totally hear you guys talking, you know? Dude. Do not pick the lock, do not. Just. Just leave us alone? Please?
*Flinches and lets out a half sigh half sob.*
*Clings a little tighter to Brendon.*
Okay, no, fine, I'm not going to. I won't, I'm not, but we've driven all the way out here in like, the worst traffic ever, so if you could just open the door, maybe? Please?
Yeah, c'mon, give him a break. You've got to recognise when people care for you, man.
*Takes a deep breath and looks up at Brendon.*
T-They w-won't l-leave, maybe, w-we, w-we s-should... t-talk to t-them.
*can just about hear them talking through the door, so presses his ear against it to try and hear better* Yeah, talking. Good idea.