Roadtrip Oneshots

Mindy, What Are We?

Andy

I never knew what to think. We all got along so well, perhaps too well, but there was something about Mikey and I that just... Clicked.
Yes, we all kissed each other. Yes, we all hugged each other, and cuddled each other... Hell we also slept beside each other sometimes.
But there was something about Mikey that felt different, familiar, something constant.

I didn't know if he felt the same... If he even felt something.

I didn't even know how to feel about today...

***

"Fovvs C'mon... We're gonna be late!" Mikey yelled at me through the closed the bathroom door.

"We're always late!" I called back, as I frantically sorted my hair out.

"Andy!" He said once, knocking on the door until I snapped.

"Alright, I'm coming." I decided to role with it, not caring anymore if my hair wasn't perfect. I opened the door, a red faced Mikey stood before me.

"We were meant to be there twenty minutes ago Andy."

"It's fine Mikey." I sighed, running back over to my bed and picking up the small bag I'd packed the night before. Well, Mikey made me pack it. I guess he knew me that well by now.

"No... This is different Fovvs."

He was right of course. Another interview, but bigger than ones we were used to. This could help us get even further along in our career.

"I know that. Sorry mate." I spoked quietly, and we both ran from the house to meet the other boys who were having a rather loud conversation between them.

"Took you guys long enough. What the hell were you doing up there? We've been out here waiting for nearly twenty minutes." Rye spoke as we leapt into the car.
Before I could answer, Mikey beat me to it.

"A gentleman never tells Rye. I gentleman never tells." He winked at me, and everyone burst into laughter. I felt myself flush red, and I coughed rather awkwardly. I joined in after Jack gave me an odd look.

What the hell did Mikey mean by that?

I couldn't focus during the whole drive. I kept going back to what he'd said, and what it could mean.
To avoid conversation I'd closed my eyes and rested my head against the window, not even listening to their conversation.

I'd known for a while now that what I felt for Mikey was different than what I felt for everyone else. I hadn't told anyone, not something I usually do, but what was I supposed to do?
I'd thought that the odd feelings would go away, but over the last few weeks I'd realised how strong they had become.
I know I'd upset Mikey when I tried to distance myself. I thought that the feelings would fade if I did so, but if anything it just made them all the more stronger.

I didn't know what to do. And what he'd just said... Is it possible that he felt the same? Or was he just being his normal self?
I couldn't tell anymore. I couldn't tell apart anything when Mikey was concerned.
I didn't know what to do.

***

The interview had gone surprisingly well. We'd spoken a bit about ourselves and a quick version of how we found eachother, then tour, social media, and then banter with the interviewer.
Forty minutes later we were on our way back.
The drive there had taken us about forty-five minutes, and I knew that Mikey had been glancing across at me the whole time.