Andy.
It's two weeks since Rye and I became a thing. The boys still haven't noticed anything,, so we're doing great.
Snapchat from Ryebee🐝😍❤
Ryebee🐝😍❤: babyyy,, come to the kitchen
Me: you can just ask me😂
Ryebee🐝😍❤: well... No
Me: why not?
Ryebee🐝😍❤: maybe cause it's all a mess...
Me: you,, your whatsapp or the kitchen?
Ryebee🐝😍❤: the kitchen... And my whatsapp isnt working
Me: oh my gosh,, omw
Ryebee🐝😍❤: thankyou baby😍❤
I stood up and walked to the kitchen.
"Andy?" Brooklyn asked.
"Hm,, yeh?"
"What are you gonna do?"
"Helping Rye cleaning the kitchen,, or just watch him cleaning."
"I wouldnt even go there if I were you." Brooklyn laughed.
"Is it really that bad?" he nodded. "Oh god." Brooklyn laughed again. "I'm staying here."
Me: just spoke with Brook,, I'm not coming😂
Ryebee🐝😍❤: oh c'mon,, i hate Brooklyn for that
Me: hahahaha,, goodluck with cleaning the kitchen baby😂
Ryebee🐝😍❤: thanks cutie x
I climbed in Rye's bunk with my guitar and my songbook. I started to play and writing some things down. After half an hour I did got a big part of the song done.
"Brooklyn?" I asked. He looked up to me.
"Yes mate?"
"Can you listen to this." he nodded.
"Ofcourse I can!" I smiled and started to sing.
"Wake up, still drunk from the night before
Sit up in bed with my still-banging head
And search for my clothes on your bedroom floor
I go downstairs in just my underwear
I see you jigging on the spot in my shirt and socks
And I can't help myself but stare
'Cause you're just perfect personified
Although I'll admit that I find your dancing slightly frightening
When I hold you from behind
Our fingers, they're made to intertwine
So when they do it's like lightening
When I'm dead and gone
And I don't think I've got long
I wanna feel your lips and your fingertips drawing hearts on my hips
Boy, I'm in love
And if you don't think that's enough
Then just for tonight let me hold you tight my darling
Whilst I've got you
You play dot-to-dot with my freckles and beauty spots
And I'll tell you to stop
But you say I wouldn't be me without them
And we've got our routines
Where it takes you long to eat than me
But it takes me about eight weeks to get my hair how I want it to be
I'll always laugh at your yawn
'Cause you know that I find it adorable
You get crinkles on your nose
And I'll absent-mindedly stroke your hair until you sleep
We'll live the dark until the sunlight shows
When I'm dead and gone
And I don't think I've got long
I wanna feel your breath running down my neck as you whisper to me "Boy
I belong here safe within your arms, dear
So just for tonight let me hold you tight my darling
Whilst I've got you
I've got you"" Brooklyn clapped,, well at least,, I thought it was Brooklyn. When I looked down I saw Brooklyn,, but I also saw Rye,, Mikey,, Jack and Blair.
"I guess I speak for the boys as I say that you're in the band." they all nodded. I smiled.
"Thank you all so much!"
