First time (Ryuu/Open)

[dom]

<sup>Dom watched as Tom came into the room, "Nice to meet you too..." he muttered, he raised an eyebrow and looked over at the guitar that was sitting by Tom's bed. He looked back at Tom, eyebrow raised.

"Would I really want to touch that?" he asked, lying back on his bed, watching the two of them, "Cause I'm not going to touch your stuff! I wouldn't want to get my head bashed in this early." he muttered, this was going to be long and hard, but he knew he would get through eventually...</sup>

[reden]

Tom laughed as Ryuu rubbed his neck. He remembered the day Ryuu touched his baby; it hadn't been pretty.

With a stupid grin covering his face, he stopped playing and looked at Dom. "Good. Then we'll have no problems."

Tom carefully put his guitar down and moved over to reach up under his pillow. He lazily pulled out a piece of paper and read over it. He placed it next to him as he picked his baby up again, strumming lightly.

((blah shortness))

[Ryuu James]

All I need is a bottle, and I don't need no friends, no
Wallow in my pain, I swallow as I pretend
To act like I'm happy, when I drink till no end, no

I'm losing all my friends, I'm losing in the end

He glanced up at Dom, and grinned menacingly.
“You can touch the drums if you like,” he glanced at them, and his grin turned to a frown, “Unless you know what’s good for you.” Getting up, Ryuu walked over to Tom’s bed, and sat down on it heavily, making the springs groan slightly.
“What’s that?” he asked, glancing at the paper. It reminded him of someone’s handwriting…in German…Ah, of course.
“Awsh, has Bell written a song? That’s cute,” he grinned, sipping his beer. Even though Ryuu constantly tormented poor Bill, even when he wasn’t around, he had a little crush on the guy and just couldn’t voice it properly. Ryuu’s idea of love is totally warped, and it usually involves constant teasing and messing around. Ryuu isn’t a very serious person.

She says:
Behave, little boy, you better sit back down
Till you hold your ground
It's your time to learn to fight
You better sit back down, till you hold your ground

[dom]

<sup>Dom watched the two of them, his life was now hell, he wasn't going to be able to fit in, he knew that much. He looked towards the drums and then to Ryuu, "Nah, I don't want to get drum disease." he muttered, it wasn't that he didn't like playing the drums, he just didn't want to, he wasn't good at playing instruments, when he was younger, his father had made him try the piano like his friend Scripps who was fantastic at it, but Dom had said no, it was for losers, not that Scripps was a loser...he shrugged.

Suddenly his phone went off, Dom glanced down and picked it out of his bag, it was a message...oh god....why did that bloody boy keep messaging him. It was Posner, the boy who was gay and had hung around Dom at his old school, he had got his mobile number. "Stupid Lockwood." Lockwood was his other friend, and the one to give his phone number to homo's like Posner. The message read:

Heya Dom!
I have your mobile number! How is your new school, its no fun here at St Hopes without you...I miss you loads.
Everyone says hi to you!
Love you
Posner...

Eww! Dom was going to reply later, he wasn't going to waste his money on text messages like that.</sup>

[reden]

Tom was pulled out of his playing when he felt his bed move behind him. Looking back, he saw Ryuu on his bed and laughed, "Ja, Billi wrote a song. I'm just trying to figure out what'll go with it."

Leaning back, Tom swiftly stole the beer out of Ryuu's hand and took a sip before giving it back to him. He quickly went back to playing, hoping to come up with something that would work with the way his brother had sung the words.

[Ryuu James]

All I need is a bottle, and I don't need no friends, no
Wallow in my pain, I swallow as I pretend
To act like I'm happy, when I drink till no end, no

I'm losing all my friends, I'm losing in the end

Ryuu sort of … giggled in a girlish way at Dom’s reply
“Oh, it’s not the drum disease I’m worried about. I’m more worried about weather or not you’d like to spend the next five years in a coma,” his voice dipped to a menacing sort of snarl, and he glanced over at Tom.
“Bella’s so cute,” he cooed, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

[god…my muse has disappeared ’

She says:
Behave, little boy, you better sit back down
Till you hold your ground
It's your time to learn to fight
You better sit back down, till you hold your ground