Roadtrip Oneshots

Rylyn, Reassurance

Brooklyn

Rye could have anyone in the world, anyone at all, yet he chose me?

I'm not sure I understand why. I love him so much, so much that my heart hurts whenever we're apart, so much that whenever he smiles at me my heart lurches and skips a beat.
His smile lights up the room. His laugh is infectious.
How he always looks to me first for approval of doing something potentially dangerous, or stupid, or funny. His eyes are full of unexplored territory, and I often find myself getting lost in them.
His strong arms that carry me to bed whenever I'm too tired to walk.
His voice as he sings me sleep.
His soothing heartbeat I hear as I fall asleep with my head upon his chest.

But what does he see in me?

He could have anyone.
So why did he choose me?

***

I couldn't sleep.

The thoughts kept plaguing me to the point where I kept zoning out, and I only left mine and Jack's room after lunch, which was a cause for concern. Jack assumed that I needed the space, so he left the room early, telling me the usual things like "If you need to talk just come and get me" or "We're just in the other room, take as long as you need."

I definately was.

The second I showed my face Rye was wrapping his arms around me, and I rested my forehead on his shoulder. I felt so weak, and I didn't know why.

"Jack said you needed some time alone so I stayed away." He murmered, and I nodded. Of course Jack would still look out for me.

"Thanks Rye." I whispered, inhaling his scent, the scent that smelled like home, another reason why I fell in love with him.

"I love you Brook... Don't forget that." He said quietly, kissing my temple. I closed my eyes and sighed.

Why did he love me? Why did he choose me?

"Love you too Rye." I pulled away and pecked his lips. I looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but fondness and concern. I averted my gaze back to my room for a second, but it was clear that he understood what I couldn't say. He raised his hand to cup my cheek.

"I understand. Take all the time you need Brook... I'm not going anywhere. The boys are all here if you need them too."

I didn't trust my voice, so I resorted to nodding and trying for a smile. Rye noted my attempt and gave me a sad look.

"I love you."

He pulled me in for another hug, and I pressed a kiss to his collar bone before heading back into my room.

I laid on top of the covers and put my earphones in, losing myself in the music. Song after song played, and I ignored the voices that travelled down the corridor outside.
The thoughts kept plaguing my mind, and as I felt tears form I turned to face the wall incase Jack came in.

Which he did, about two hours later, asking me if I wanted any dinner. I wiped my eyes before facing him, telling him a soft "No" and that "I'm not hungry right now Jack."

"But you haven't eaten all day Brook... I'm worried... The boys are all worried."

I stayed silent.

"Rye's worried... He's quieter than usual." Jack mentioned.

I sighed.

"Can I eat in here?" I asked quietly, not ready to face the questions from the boys, and most of all from Rye. It wouldn't be words with him, it would be the questioning glances as he tried to decode why I was feeling this way.