He lightly runs his fingers over my right arm and I flinch at the touch and drag my arm to me with a small whimper.
He gives me an apologetic look and mumbles a quiet sorry before he starts to clean my cuts up. I stare at him the whole time.
I sit as still as I can with some occasional whimpers here and there. When he was done he began to put everything back where they belonged.
He turned back to me and helped me stand up. I was going to walk when my foot just gave up under me and I almost went tumbling to the ground again.
This time I got caught by a strong pair of arms. They turned me around in their arms and I came face to face with the one and only Rye.
I looked up at him through my lashes and caught him staring at me already. I blushed at the intense stare he was giving me. It looked like he was deep in thought.
"Why are you staring at me Ryan?" I croaked out.
This seemed to shake him out of his thoughts. Without giving me an answer he gently helped me up and lifted me up in his arms.
"He's gonna break his legs while lifting you, you're too fat for him too carry"
"Put me down Rye" I croaked out again.
He looked at me weirdly and began walking out the door, completely ignoring my protests.
Instead of walking into my room, he carried me into his own room. He gently placed me down on his bed and turned his back to me to look through his clothes.
He took out a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. He laid them beside me at the bed.
"I'm going to make some tea and while I'm away I want you to change clothes, okay?" He asked me.
I nodded my head and with that Rye were out the door, closing it behind him. I quickly began taking my blood stained hoodie of along with my tight skinny jeans.
I threw them in a corner. The hoodie was probably going in the bin later.
As quickly as I could I slid the sweatpants on and just before I could take a hold of Rye's hoodie, the door opened.
Rye stood in the door opening, a cup of tea in both hands. He looked at me shocked and I quickly grabbed a hold of the hoodie and slid it on.
"You should have been quicker. He wasn't supposed to see how fat you are. He's probably going to leave you now"
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I'm not fine ~ Randy
FanfictionMy name's Andy and I live with my four best friends and band mates. That makes it really hard for me to hide my depression and anxiety from them. It also makes it hard for me to hide the fact that I'm in love with my straight best friend, that has a...