Randy - These Days

Thinking

Hello,

so this is the second Chapter, sorry for it being shorter than the first.

I didn't update in the past three weeks as I was first busy with University and then on vacation and after that I just couldn't write this chapter in a way that made me feel good enough about it to post it.

I also fixed some spelling and grammar mistakes I made in the first Chapter, at least the one I found.

Sorry, for the mistakes in this Chapter.

Enjoy.

In the video you need to see Andy's face at 00:49 that looks so freaking funny.

I love this Picture, okay the missing Nipple makes it look a bit weird, but apart from that, it's so cool. Randy <3

XXX

(Andy's POV)

I woke up early on the next morning at 6:30 am, which meant all others were still asleep and most likely will be for another three hours or more.

So I went to the bathroom, cleaned my teeth, took a long and cold shower and changed into something warm and left the flat.

Once I was outside the flat I just slowly walked around. The weather though wasn't good. (-A/N- I would call it "Schmuddelwetter", I have no idea though what would be a fitting translation for that word) It drizzled, while it was windy, so not really nice weather, but rather typical for England. It didn't bother me much though, as I was lost in my thoughts about Rye, about Roadtrip, about the whole word basically. 'Why did he cuddle with Mikey yesterday evening, I thought this was our thing, just Rye and me. I loved when we did that, loved being that close to him, feeling warm and secure while cuddling up to him. It was so easy to fall asleep. It felt good.'

I didn't really notice that I left our neighbourhood and entered the park that was between the houses and the nearby forest, which looked really dark and uninviting, like the start of a horror movie. And I hate horror movies, I really do and in a horror movie I would be the typical dump persons, that does exactly that one thing, everyone knows, gets the person killed or captured or tortured. I started to shiver and feel uncomfortable, I know it was stupid to feel that way. 'I really wanted to have Rye with me,' 'wait what are you thinking Andy, get it out of your head, wait, get him out of my head.'

I tried to push him out of my thoughts, but it didn't work, not even in the slightest. A strong gust moved the threes and broke one limb of the one closest to me and it landed with a loud bang on the grass. I turned around in that direction terrified, looked around and started to run back to our flat.

At least I thought I run back to the flat when I wanted to get into the house, I noticed that I wasn't in front of the right door, or the right house. So I tried to look for the name of the street. 'F*ck, I am not even in the right street and where the hell is a street called 'this street'' (-A/N - you need to google that, it actually is in Canada, but for the sake of this story let's pretends it's in the UK near London) 'who the hell even names a street 'this street', okay, to be honest, you can't say they really named the street.'

I looked at my smartphone and opened Google Maps, to see 'where the hell I was'. Turned out my sense of direction would be better if it wouldn't exist. I ran into a totally wrong direction. And to get back I would need to walk roughly 8 kilometres (5 miles), I hadn't realized how long I ran.

I wanted to put the smartphone back into my pocket 'shit', it was really wet. The drizzle hasn't stopped at all so all my clothes were wet. Which meant, I would get sick, I always do when things like this happen, different to the others. Before deciding to put it into the pocket I looked at the time and it showed me 9:00 am, meaning I would be back at 10:30 am and the others had no idea where I was and I didn't want them to worry about me, I am not worth it anyway. I ignored the nine missed calls I had, I hadn't even looked long enough at them to see the name.