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"We crashed a wedding!" Rykey

"Hello. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Alexandra Markey. Who are you?" She watched the boy from across the table.

"Um-Lloyd?" He said it like a question. Alex tilted her head in confusion.

"Okay, um-Lloyd," she laughed. "Are you here for Malissa or Jim?" The boy smiled widely.

"I'm here for a wedding. I mean, kind of for both. I think I got my fashion sense from Jim, though." He nodded over to where the bride and groom were sitting together. The man was wearing a hoodie over his suit. Alex laughed upon seeing him. They were talking to an older man that the woman, but not the boy, recognized.

Alex examined the boy-Lloyd-, especially how he didn't shift in his seat when he realized she was watching him.

"I like your hair," she commented. He smiled, no shyness, but touching the brown that covered part of his face.

"Yeah, right. It's always messy." They laughed and went silent for a moment before he pointed to her turquoise low-cut dress and said, "your dress is cute." She smiled at him.

"Thanks. So, Lloyd, how's your life going?"

The pair continued to talk for a long time, until another young boy with black and blue hair came up to them.

"Hey, Rye, Jack just texted me and we need to go back. Blair said he's going to go to our room. They're trying to give us time to get back." He glanced at Alex. "Hello." She nodded back.

"Who's Rye?" Alex asked skeptically. The black-haired boy who had interrupted their conversation smiled and glanced at Lloyd.

"Oh, it's his twin brother's name. I like to tease him." He chuckled and motioned for Lloyd to follow him.

"Hey, Lloyd, could I get your number?" Alex called after him. Both boys laughed, and she smiled as he took out a pen and wrote a number on her hand. "I'll text you, yeah?"

"What were you doing, Rye? Gettin' up with the girls?" Mikey asked Rye, laughing as they ran into the hotel.

"I was being a gentleman, as always," he responded, cocking an eyebrow and running faster. "When did you get so smooth with lying?"

"Ha ha. You know I've always had it in me."

"Sure, Lloyd." They both laughed loudly and freely, not caring that it was past one in the morning and everyone was probably sleeping. When they got back to their hotel room, they slipped the key into their door and quietly closed the door.

"Pretend to be asleep," Mikey said quietly, even though he was pretty sure no one would be able to hear him through the walls. Rye quickly took off his shirt and threw it on the ground, watching Mikey do the same. They got into the bed and tried to imitate how they slept.

"What the hell, Mikey. Let's just cuddle. Who says we have to be asleep? He'll never believe that." Mikey laughed and sat up a little, putting his arm around Rye and set his head on the boy's shoulder. They smiled at each other.

"That was fun," Rye mused. "We should do it agai-"

"No, Ryan. As much as I enjoyed watching you flirt, we are not sneaking into another wedding!"

They both chuckled quietly, then hearing the keycard slide into the slot, went quiet.

"Hey, boys?" Blair's voice whispered. "Are you awake?" Rye laughed quietly.

"Yeah." He looked to Mikey, trying to hide his smile. He was about ready to burst out laughing.

"Hey Blair," Mikey said. His cheek rested on Rye's chest. "How are the boys?"

"Good. Andy's feeling better. You two not getting up to anything?" Mikey and Rye shook their heads.

"Just snuggling. I got cold." Mikey tried to cover their plan. He yawned, and Rye could tell it was real and not just part of the act. He wrapped his arms around his band mate.

"Go to sleep if you need to. I'll talk to Blair." He smiles softly as Mikey nodded and closed his eyes.

"Alright, just wanted to make sure. Neither of you are ever the first ones to hit the sack, so I was checking up on you." I nod.

"Yeah, I know. Long day."

"I agree. Alright, I'll leave you be. Night, boys. Up for half seven tomorrow morning." I smile and nod.

Blair turns and heads out the door, closing it quietly behind him. I look down at Mikey, and smile at his already deep breathing.

"Long day indeed," I whisper, turning out the light and coming down to Mikey's level, then cuddling into him and going to sleep.