Behind The Computer

Damn it, I think she knows that I like her.
I was blushing 100 shades of red.
Ahhhh freak-out!

‘Buzz, buzz’
My phone was buzzing. I picked it up and read the new message reading:

hey dude, wat the hell was tht?
ne ways we have band prac
c u soon,
ry

It was from Ryan. I got up and drove to Spencer’s Grandmother’s house for band practice.
It took about 15 minutes from my house to his Grandmother’s.
I pulled up in his drive way and opened the door hearing the guys play different tunes.

“Hey guys...” I said interruptly.

Spencer and Ryan stopped playing their instruments and gave me a death stare.

“Hey Bden, you we’re totally blushing on MSN.” Spencer said in a know-it-all voice.

“Ohhhhhhh...was it that girl???” Brent chimed in.

“Shut-up, it’s not like I know her.”

It’s true, I don’t know her, but this feeling...was like crazy!
What a feeling!

“C’mon guys, let’s just play.” Ryan said picking up his guitar.

God bless Ryan, you saved my life and my ego.
Everyone got into their positions.
I went over to the microphone tapping it to see if it was on.

“Okay, everyone ready? We are playing Time to Dance,” I said.

“Yep.” they all replied.

“5, 6, 7, 8!” Spencer said while tapping his drumsticks together.

Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention.
Cause that's just ridiculously on.
Well, she sure is gonna get it
Here's the setting
Fashion magazines line the walls now
The walls line the bullet holes...

The song finished and something was buzzing. It was Ryan’s phone. He walked over to it and put it to his ear. We tried to listen, but all we heard was a muffled voice on the other end and Ryan saying: “Oh my-my gosh, that’s...that’s great, uhhh see ya.”

“Who was that Ry?” I asked curious.

“Ummmm, heh...that was...uhh...that was...Pete Wentz.” Ryan stuttered.