Behind Blue Eyes || • Randy

Chapter 3.

Quick A/N.
I decided to change point of view in this book. I'm going to write it from third person's POV, and I really hope that you won't judge me because of it.
Love you.😊
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The sun was sneaking through the curtains, throwing its rays at little boy's sleepy face. Andy turned around in a warm bed, hiding in the blankets. A faint smile appeared on his face, but it didn't stay on his lips for too long.
He suddenly opened his eyes, nervously looking around.
Larg and spacious room that was filled with small details and different decor items, wide and soft bed that was in the middle of the room, the balcony that was slightly open, letting morning sun sneak into the room.
And everything would be fine, Andy didn't mind to be here, but there's one question, rushing through his mind.

Where is he?

He quickly got out from the blankets and jumped out of the bed, heading to the door, but suddenly stopped, because he noticed something on the nightstand right next to him.
There were his phone, his house keys and small piece of a white paper. He took it in his hands and started to read a letter that someone left for him.

"Morning, Angel.

I hope you're feeling better right now.
I'm sure you don't remember what happened yesterday and you still can't realize where are you and what are you doing here. But don't worry, you weren't kidnapped.
Your breakfast waits for you in the kitchen.
Keys on the table right next to the door. Close the door and leave them under the carpet, but you still can take them away.
If you'll need my help, just call me. I'm always here to help.
xxx-xxx-xxx
And yeah, please, stop strolling in the middle of the night under the rain. It's really dangerous for those innocent angels like you :)

- Rye."

Not even knowing a reason, Andy smiled to himself, placing a little letter back on the nightstand. It felt like he suddenly found someone, who cares about him, but he didn't even know, who is this.
"Rye" - this name rushed through his mind, while he was walking down to the kitchen. He knew it probably was that stranger, who found him yesterday in the middle of the night. But it still did all of the things more confusing, because he didn't know why did a stranger decide to take him to his house.
He walked in the kitchen and suddenly felt a sweet smell of pancakes. They still were hot, so was a creamy coffee.

"Thank you, Rye." He told to himself and walked up to the table.

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"It feels like I've been wasting my time. She's just a little bitch. It was her fault and she doesn't want to stop denying it." Annoyed voice of someone was breaking the silence in the café. Rye turned his head to his best friend, trying to understand what he just said.

"Yep, it was her fault." He answered sarcastically, looking down at his milkshake. It was the most pleasant thing to him right now.

"Did you hear the rumors about me? I think, you did. Everyone did. And you know what? It was her, she told everyone this bullshit about me." Brooklyn said angrily, bitting his lips to hold his anger.
Rye just nodded in the answer. He didn't want to offend his best friend, but he couldn't concentrate on whatever he was talking about. His mind was stolen by those beautiful blue eyes and that small figure of a boy he met yesterday.  His tiny arms, which were wrapped around Rye's neck, while they were riding to his home. This pretty little smile on his face - he was smiling in his sleep, while Rye was carrying him to the bed. These thoughts just didn't want to leave him alone, they just attacked his mind, not letting him to concentrate on something else.

"Rye? Do you hear me?" Brooklyn's voice slapped him to reality, making him jump up on his chair.

"U-um, yeah. Just headspaced for a while." He said, looking away. He knew, Brooklyn wouldn't leave him alone, he always need someone to give his anger to. So, today it was Rye.

"Can I continue?" Brooklyn asked, looking at Rye.

"Of course, I'm listening." He said and drifted to his thoughts again.

This boy, he doesn't want to let Rye forget him.
Like there's a reason why he doesn't want to do that...

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Hey, guys.
I'm so freaking sorry for this latelatelatelate update. I was in the hospital (long story) and I wasn't able to write something, even when I had a lot of ideas.
But now I'm okay and I promise, I'll update more often.
This chapter is kinda a filler chapter. And I feel really bad because of this, but I still hope you like it.
Love you all.❤

- Catherine.