Chapter: 4

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I sat on the couch, watching YouTube and just relaxing when I heard a knock at my door. I got up and answer to see two bright blue eyed boys stand outside of my door. One with blonde hair and the other with a lighter shade of brown, but it wasn't too light.

"Oh... um.. hi... you're Sam and Colby." I meant to say in question form but I said completely monotone.

"Yeah. You Kayleegh?" The blonde one, Sam, asked.

"Yeah. Um... just uh... just come on in." I moved so they could walk in.

I showed them to the couch and we sat down.

"So who's channel are we recording for first?" I asked.

"How about yours?" Colby put out.

"Yeah okay. So I say five songs per "team/person" for the video. Then we move on to yo-"

"What about the looser? What do they do?" Colby cut me off.

"I dunno... maybe... what about drinking a cup full of lemon juice?"

"Yeah. 'Cept where are we gonna find that much lemon juice?" Sam laughed.

"You'd be surprised." I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the pitcher full of pure lemon juice I had.

"What the fuck?" Colby looked concerned.

"Was gonna make some lemonade later today."

"Oh!" They said in union.

I showed them the recording room and we all sat down and began to record,

"Okay hi guys so I'm here with..." I paused to let them introduce themselves.

"Sam!" Colby screamed.

"And Colby!" Sam did the same.

"Ow... my ears.... anyways this is my first collab and today we're gonna do a guess the song challenge. Basically I'm gonna play a song and then the boys are gonna try and guess it and then they do the same and we basically both get five songs so... um... here we go!"

I pulled out my phone and started to play a song.

Nobody thinks what I think
Nobody dreams when they blink
Think things on the brink of blasphemy

"KITCHEN SINK! TWENTY ONE PILOTS!" They both yelled.

"Ow..." I whispered.

Step one, you say we need to talk
He walks, you say sit down, it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left, and you stay right

"How To Save A Life, The Fray." I said softly.

It's these substandard motels
On the corner of 4th and Freemont Street
Appealing, only because they're just that unappealing
Any practiced Catholic would cross themselves

"Uh....."

"What?" The boys looked confused.

upon entering
The rooms have a hint of asbestos
And maybe just a dash of formaldehyde
And the habit of decomposing right before your very eyes
Along with the people inside

I then had to stop the song.

"What was it?" Colby asked.

"Build God, Then We'll Talk, Panic! At The Disco."

Trying hard not to fall
On the way home
You were trying to wear me down, down
Kissing up on fences and up on walls
On the way home
I guess it's all working out, now

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