hotel ceiling ✔ randy

chapter seven

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"You have?" I asked, shocked. I wasn't sure whether to trust him or not.

"It's true. You've always seemed like a genuine guy. A fun person to hang out with. But my parents would kill me just for saying 'good morning.'" Rye sighed. I didn't know what to say.

"I don't know Rye... this is... I never expected that. I-I just don't know whether to believe you or not, ya'know? Like yeah, you could be genuine, but it's hard to trust you." I stated. Rye nodded.

"And I understand that. Look I know this all sounds crazy... but I am being truthful. Do you think we could like... I don't know, start over?" I shrugged.

"I'm not sure-"

"Could you at least think about?" He pleaded. I let out a sigh of defeat and nodded.

"Okay, okay. I'll think about it. But I'm not making any promises." I said sternly and Rye nodded again, with a smile.

"And if this is some sort of trick, don't think I'm gonna take any of your bullshit. Because I can stand up for myself, and I will. I do it almost every day." I stated then mentally face palmed. My breathing hitched.

"What do you mean, 'almost every day'?" Rye frowned, turning to me. I stayed silent.

"Oh would you look at the time? I need to get going-see you later!" I quickly exclaimed, jumping off the bench and running round the pond. I could feel Rye's eyes glued on me as I made my way out of the park. I ran pretty much the whole way home.

As soon as I got in the door I silently - and efficiently - made my way upstairs. I tiptoed into my room and closed the door.

Why did I let that slip? God, I'm such an idiot. I'll have to avoid Rye as much as possible; or at least, his questions. He's bound to ask questions, right? That's what people do, and they never know when to stop. You ask them again and again to 'shut it' but they don't.

I took my phone out of my pocket and it was already lighting up with notifications.
rye.beaumxnt: andy r u ok??
rye.beaumxnt: whts wrong? y dix u run away???
rye.beaumxnt: was is sumthing i said.

I sighed.
andy_fowler: It wasn't you, don't worry. I just had to come home
rye.beaumxnt is typing...

God I hate it when it says that. It gives me so much anxiety.

rye.beaumxnt: oh ok. but wdym 'almost everyday'? is there sumthig goin on at home or???
andy_fowler: Look it's nothing. Can we just.. forget i said anything?