Rye's POV
I smiled a little at the thought that he is in the house, still there with me, even in this awful reality we are living in, even when he knows about my faults and mistakes, he would be here even through the bad times. I immediately went out of the room just to bump into a sleepy Andy who was about to open the door.
"Andy!" I said surprised and of course happy that he was still here. He looked at me, his facial expression was angry and tired at the same time, he looked adorable. "I want to sleep, so shut up and let me go and lay down in that uncomfortable bed and sleep." He groaned annoyed and stormed into the room collapsing onto the bed, I giggled as he went. He smiled watching me walk to the bed and copied his laying position next to him. I couldn't help but run my fingers gently and slowly run through his blond hair. He closed his eyes humming quietly at the soft contact, it made me want to kiss him so bad. He opened my eyes again and I smiled at him. "Sorry that I told you to shut up." He mumbled and I shook my head. "Its ok, I was just going to ask you if you wanted to go into my room and sleep there? The bed is more comfortable and its warmer." I invited shyly not looking into his eyes scared of hat he might say as I played with my fingers. But suddenly he pulled me in for a hug, wrapping his arms around my body, slowly pulling me into something warm, to something safe, to him. "I would love to." He cried as I smiled happily. He stood up making me stand up too, we were still holding each other in a bundle of comfort and warmth. "Let's go then." I spoke softly as I got out of my hug, he nodded before he quickly walked ahead.
As soon as he got into the bed he sighed, it must be nurturing all his sores from the other old f matters I feel so bad for making him sleep in it. I strolled over to the bookshelf beside the bed his eyes following my every move. I picked up the picture frame with me and the girl on it. He watched me examine the photo, as my eyes ran over every detail of the frame, to the detail of the faces, mainly hers. My smile was still on my face except it wasn't genuine, it was painted on. My focus now landed on him, the paint pealing off as my smile stretched into a real one. You want to know who she is? I asked as I sank into the bed beside him. You dont have to, its okay. He told me, while he held his hand over mine. I looked at our hands and sighed. I looked back at him with a small smile, I feel like I have known this boy my entire life even if it been that long at all. Is that an excuse to trust him though? I want you to know. I said making his smile become contagious to me. He nodded understandingly. What should I tell him? Should I tell him all of it? Or leave parts out? I don't know where to start? Take your time, there is no rush. He encouraged putting more pressure on my right hand that was now glued to his left one. Having never moved it, it comforted me so I never moved away. I nodded taking a deep breath in thought the mouth and out through the nose. Reading Myself. Well she was everything to me, she was my friend, then she became my best friend and before we knew what was happening she became my lover. She was beautiful, strong, amazing, and far away from my heart... the thing we did was the most stupid thing two people in love can ever do. We lost ourselves trying to make the other person happy. However, we couldn't because we weren't meant to be, and everything ended. All of the kisses, the warm hugs, the quiet cuddles... everything is gone, I can't say that I didn't love her, I did love her, I loved her very much but just not enough. I loved her in a way that she didn't. She loved me in a way that two people feel a connection between them, the tension when they are naked, kissing each other and just waiting for the moment to start. I didnt possess that love for her, and she did. That split us apart. I was the problem not her; she would never be a problem. And when she understood that I can't love her the way she wanted me to, she just left. She left me like my parents did, she left like everyone does. One piece of my heart then fell away and never came back. It will never come back because it faded away years ago, so many years ago. I spoke quietly, staring at the floor. A single tear landed on my cheek bringing me back to reality as I moved to brush it away slowly contrasted to the memory of her that would never go away. More tears plopped down, but Andy held me and soothed me but it wasn't enough to stop my tears. No that didnt stop the memories from corrupting me as I broke down in more tears. We were both helpless.
After a while though I calmed down, I turned my head going into his neck as I pulled him closer seeking comfort. He smiled and hugged me back. I started playing with his hair until he fell asleep. Then I started talking again... "Look Andy I know you are asleep and won't here this but, I think I might like you more than I should... and I know that's a good thing, but I've got rules and boarders. It's new for me and I'm sorry if I'm behaving like an idiot one minute and then a cuddly bear the next. However, this is who I am, one broken, complicated person, but aren't we all complicated? Aren't we all a little broken? And since I brought that up, Andy you want me to go with you and live there, but I'm scared. Of course, I freaking want to, it's just that, I'm not like your parents, or friends, or like you. I can't just go there with the thought that I'm a failure and be happy living with you. You look so gorgeous when you sleep by the way, he like you can hear me anyways. But Andy will hurt you sooner or later. I can't have you because if I do, it will hurt even more. I just want you to be happy, I want your cute smile to be as bright as possible, I want your eyes to shine like the sun every time you look at me, I want your voice to fill the whole room and never stop being in my head. I want you... but I can't have you.
Ill tell you Andy, one night in my dreams I felt really tired, like my body wants to sleep but my mind wouldnt let me. It wanted to keep me awake and make me regret everything I've done, every bad decision I've made, remember every person that has left me. I was losing it, I am losing it. I am losing control again Andy, over my body, over my mind, I am starting to lose control over myself. Then in my dream a warm hand dragged me back to reality by caressing my chest lightly. My eyes were close from fear, but his touch, your touch made me open them. And you were there, smiling softly at me, your eyes calming me down and then your sweet angelic voice being like a sweet lullaby for my ears. I was hearing you, but I couldn't understand you due to my heartbeat, which was banging loudly in my head. I closed my eyes again because I was tired of trying to fight it, but then you started singing something, something very quiet, but loud enough to make me smile. You then wrapped your arms around me again, put your head on my chest and continued singing the sweet melody. Then I slowly gave myself to the comfort and fell asleep. This strange buzzing noise woke me up from the dream I had. It was about someone, I don't know, because he had a black mask and black clothes on. He looked like a shadow, lost in his own world, he looked like me. I tried to reach him, I tried to grab his hand and throw the mask off his face, but he was like a rainbow, because you know as close as you get to where the rainbow seems to touch the ground, it moves as quickly as you approach. And he was like that, he was moving fast, I was running after him, chasing him. Trying to find him but then he disappeared like he was never really there. Then in the dream I turned around and there he was Andy, this beautiful, kind, loving boy who wants me to be happy...
Andy, you have no idea what I have been though, you can never know what situation I was in when I had no one, and I don't want you to know, I want you to be safe and happy, with me you won't be either of them things. The good in the dream was that we were together, living happily, smiling, laughing, loving each other, we were happy like normal people. I was truly happy because you was there with me, I was happy because you never left me. So yeah my point is that I'm trying to be better, also thank you Andy for all those good things you do for me. Thank you for staying here, you don't have to, but you stay so... I'm glad you are here." I whispered, before I sank back into him and fell asleep myself.
(Andy's POV)
I woke up in someone's tight grip, in someone's warm embrace. In his big strong arms, sprawled on his muscled chest feeling his heart beating steadily. I was safe in his arms. In Rye's arms. Yeah I know how ridiculous that sounds and when you know he kidnapped me and wanted to rape me (like I keep bringing up), but he is not bad, I know he is not, he is different from everyone I have met. I really hope he comes with me to live in my house because I really want to help him. "Mhmmmmm..." Rye made noise to show me that he was awake, and I realised something. I have been staring at him for the past few minutes. I smiled at him when I saw his shining honey eyes. He smiled and hid his face in his hands and started giggling softly. Cutely. "Good morning babe." I chirped quietly as he looked at me confused. His eyes searching for words, searching for something. I shook my head and looked away. "Sorry I didn't mean to-" I started saying but he cut me off, placing his hand on my chin and turning it towards him. His gorgeous smile made me smile weakly and look down. "I'm sorry." I whispered as he giggled and pulled me in for a hug, holding me closer to his body, to his warmth as if he was trying to merge us both together. "I like it when you call me babe." He whispered softly as I hugged him back and smiled.
And I like calling him it...