Fancy 》Andy Fowler / Roadtrip

ten ; a run and a deep conversation

Once we ended the live.ly, we stayed back in the room for a bit and then Rye mentioned that "I better go on my run now before it gets too late."

"Actually, I haven't been on a run in a while. Do you mind if I join ?" I asked him

"Sure." Rye nodded

"We just have to pop by mine first, so that I can put something else on." I told him and he stood up, making me follow grabbing Andy's hand pulling him with me. As we approach the front door, I turned to Andy "Talk later ?"

"Sure..." he told me

I stepped forward unsure on whether or not, we addressed our relationship and if we publicised it or just kept it on the down-low for the moment... I decided to give him a hug and kiss him jawline which he accepted but as we pulled away he pulled me back towards him and gave me a tender kiss, ... When we pulled away this time : we both shared a smile...

"See you later, then..." I bit my lip, holding back a smile as I turned away to where Rye was waiting outside the opened front door

Rye followed me to my appartment and was surprised when he entered it, he didn't say it but the look on his face said it all...

"This is it." I told "I'm just gonna change, be right back." I changed from my outfit to a sports bra, leggings a loose tee shirt and a hair band to tie my hair up. I then entered my lounge tying my hair up, Rye was sitting on my couch his head turning around analysing every inch of the room without snooping. I smiled at his curiosity "Not what you expected, huh ?"

"No- huh ?" he was startled "Yeah, uh actually..."

"Let me guess, you thought I'd live in a penthouse with marble floors constant gold accents, porcelain decor, and other fancy shmancy stuff ?" I said waving my hand around

"Well, yeah..." he smiles awkwardly "Sorry, this is just... so..." he stood up

"Normal ?" I helped him out "I'm a scaredy cat, so I never wanted a big place... so a one bedroom apartment in a safe neighbourhood was ideal added onto that this has a reasonable rent. So yeah..." I shrugged

"You're just a regular person, it's hard sometimes to believe that you and the Princess of England are one and a same. Why do you not show it more to the public that you're just like any of us ?" he asked me and I could lie and not tell you what I told him back then, but that's not who I am

"It's not as easy as that... Shall we go and I'll explain it to you while we're running, the days not getting any lighter ?" I encouraged him as we left

Later, we were at a park and I decided that it was time to answer his question as honestly as possible.

"I grew up in a broken home. I never knew my mother and grew up with a distant father... As you may have known since its practically history, I was 7 months old when she died... but I always hated my parents, who abandons their baby, who's still speaking gibberish to go on a holiday abroad with their boyfriend. As soon as I could speak, I was then sent to a boarding school in France... Of course for safety mesures it was rumoured that boarding school was somewhere in the UK. My father wasn't there for me, I understand that he was mourning but he had Camila, there were my brothers... I came back for the holidays but rarely saw him. I saw them and stayed with my grandmother."I scoffed "She had a bigger part in raising me than he did." I shook my head "My grandmother taught me to be a courageous and confident young woman. She also taught me to never take anything for granted. She often jokes that someone lives her so much that is why exist so that there is a more updated Elizabeth out there..." I laughed

"Basically, you're just a young woman with a messed up family and a heir to the throne. Making you sorta rich..."

"I guess ?" I laughed at his overly simplified version of my life