Addicted To You

[1] You're In My Mind

I happen to notice pure anger starting to build-up throughout my body as I'm slowly clenching my fists into a tight ball and I start to wonder, am I jealous?

Seconds later, an unhappy Brooklyn practically sprints and yelps towards us because the searing heat of Rye's tea is too excruciating for his now-blistering hand to hold.

"You do know there's something called a handle, Brooklyn."
A cocky, discourteous Rye furrows his eyebrows, although we all know he's only teasing.

After briskly placing the mug of tea on the wooden coffee table in front of Rye, Brooklyn remains silent but releases a small chuckle. I can tell he's feeling embarrassment right now with his unmissable rosy cheeks glowing from a mile away which are also radiating heat like a pan on the stove would. Poor Brooklyn.

Luckily for Brooklyn, a rattling noise at the door distracts Rye and I giving him enough time to fan himself down.

"We're back!"
An Irish accent fills the hallway, it's definitely Jack.

Hearing groans from an exhausted Mikey, Brooklyn and I decide it would be nice to assist him handling over four bags containing heavy food which is straining his hands.

He passes me two of the bags and they instantly weigh me down to the ground.

"What the heck did you buy?"
I'm expecting a response from Mikey but Jack happens to interrupt and answer for him.

"Trust me Andy, we need all that food. Especially for Brooklyn, he's always eating!"
As Jack is in the kitchen, I can hear the echoes from Brooklyn playfully tackling Jack from that reply.

"Did you get any... cookie dough ice-cream?"
We rotate to see Rye's slender face peering behind the bedroom door as he's gazing upon Mikey like a statue, patiently waiting for him to reveal his answer.

"Rye-oh-Rye," Mikey teasingly pouts, "how could I forget?"

As Mikey finishes his sentence, he rustles one of the bags and blissfully pulls out the brightly decorated tub. Bad move, Mikey. Cookie dough ice-cream is like a pot of gold to Rye and he'll do absolutely anything to get his hands on it.

Rye, being the goof-ball he is, charges towards the tub with wide eyes and a drooling mouth which soon ends up with him stumbling over his own two feet. Fortunately for him, he hasn't injured himself. Unfortunately for me, I'm dealing with his muscular body on top of my smaller body and let's just say, I can barely breathe. Our faces are extremely close and I can feel his warm breath hit the side of my neck which sends a tingling sensation throughout my body.

"Whoops, sorry Andy..."
Rye sweetly apologies to me and eventually picks himself back up allowing me to breathe again.

Soon after, he kindly helps me up and I couldn't stop the blush forming on my face. I also happen to notice the perfect fit our hands have, almost like matching puzzle pieces.

"Thank you, Rye."
As our hands depart, I quietly chuckle to myself because this isn't the first time he's done this.

But what can I say? The love Rye has for his ice-cream is unbelievably strong.

"You're such a klutz, Rye."
Mikey widely grins, exposing those perfect, white teeth of his.

Rye pouts but soon shamefully nods in agreement, he then playfully snatches the ice-cream tub from Mikey and secures it tightly in his arms as he travels to the kitchen where Jack and Brooklyn are. That'll keep him quiet for a good ten minutes. Just seconds after Rye disappears, I receive a notification on my phone.

Blair: Hey Andy. I have some news. It's been confirmed that tour is on in Birmingham this evening. Tell the boys to be ready by 5pm and I'll meet you outside the flat. See you soon.

Andy: That's great news! Thanks for letting me know, see you at 5pm.

"Guess who's going on tour this evening!"
I shove my phone in the back pocket of my jeans and celebrate by prancing around the hallway like a child would on Christmas Day.

With my loudness echoing, Brooklyn, Jack and Rye soon gather to see what all the ruckus is about.

"Five o'clock this evening boys and we're off to Birmingham!"