Stepbrothers

Chapter Twenty {Sorry doesn't cut it}

This is MissTaken17's chapter and I really love it, It kind of put me in the feels so I hope you guys enjoy and maybe the next one will be smut hehe

Anyway, enjoy

{Rye Beaumont}

Andy still won't speak to me normally unless he has to, which is absolutely killing me. I mean, he'll talk, but it's only one word answers, or short sentences. The kisses that we exchange are kind of forced on his part.

I didn't mean to make it seem like I want him for sex! I just want to make him realize how much I love him. And I want to see him break down with pleasure.

But he won't talk to me. I've tried; just this morning I went into his room and started talking to him. I say to him but it was more like at him. He stays in his room most of the time, playing that guitar of his.

For a while, I sat at his door, listening to his beautiful voice as he crooned to his guitar. I wasn't able to stop smiling the entire time, and yet crying too. I can't live like this anymore.

"Andy," I say. "Please don't do this, baby." I reach out to touch his arm but he pulls away, looking down at his guitar.

"I'm not ready to talk about this, Rye. Get out, please," Andy begged.

The way he says it breaks my heart, so I sigh and stand up, walking halfway to the door then turning around.

"I'm really am sorry, and I love you a lot. I'll be waiting, I'm ready to talk whenever you are," I watch him watching me for another moment before leaving the room with my head facing the ground.

I feel so bad, but I head down to the kitchen. It's nearing lunch time already, so I take some bread and make a sandwich. I walk to the living room and plop down on the sofa, flicking through the channels on the television and finally settling on one.

I decide to go for a walk to clear my head when I'm finished. It's a nice place where we live, there's lots of space to walk around. I walk into the most condensed collection of trees and climb up into one of them, it's quite easy to climb and there's some really nice branches to sit on. I lean against the vertical part of the tree and close my eyes.

What can I do about Andy? I ask myself. I can't do this without him. He knows that I love him, doesn't he?

I think deeply about everything, but still haven't come to any conclusions about what I should do.

I open my eyes slowly and look around. I tale my phone out of my pocket. 16:57, it reads. I call up Brook.

"Hey, mate. What's up?" He greets me.

"I was wondering if you wanted to meet me for dinner tonight? I'm inviting Mikey, Harv and Jack too," I said.

"Yeah, sure thing. Where?"

After we discuss the details, I ring up the others, whose responses are practically identical.

I walk back to the house at a fast pace, and I freeze when I see Andy in the living room, with a tea on the table and his eyelids closed over his eyes, lips slightly parted. I sigh.

He looks so cute.

"Oh, Andy," I walk over to him, trying not to make any noise. I carefully pick him up, making sure not to wake him. He'd probably be angry if he woke up to me doing this.

I walk him slowly to his room and set him down on his bed. Kissing his forehead, I leave the room and head to mine.

I get changed into jeans and a band t-shirt, then text the boys and start walking to the restaurant.

I call them over as they come in one by one. When all four of us are here, we order our dinner and drinks, and I start the conversation.

"So guys," I say. "I need help. Andy's mad at me and I don't know what to do anymore,"

"What's he mad at you for again?" Jack asks.

"The entire sex thing that happened in the car...?" I say, slightly reluctant. Jack nods.

"Oh," The table is silent for a moment.

"What have you tried?" Mikey asks.

"I've talked to him," I say. "I can't think of anything else to do," I rest my head in my hands, ashamed. My voice goes to a whisper. "I can't live like this,"

Mikey places his hand on my arm. "Rye, Andy loves you. He'll come around," I smile slightly at him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Ryan," Brook puts in. "Andy practically fangirls over you."

"Yeah," Harvey adds. "He texts us all the time. We've got a group chat, just the five of us...when he wants to talk about you," My eyebrows furrow.

"Want to see it?" Jack asks. I hesitate. As much as I want to say that I shouldn't, that it's private, I can't help but doubt Andy's love for me, so I nod.

"Yes please,"

Jack pulls out his phone and taps it a few times, then shows me.

Fovvs-I don't know what to do anymore, guys

MC on the Mic-Alright. What's up?

Fovvs-Rye is honestly too good for me

Harvester-Andy, Rye loves you

The one and only Irish dude-yeah, andy he does. You know that

Fovvs-but what if he just stops loving me? He's practically an angel, I can't even function without him anymore

Brooky-Andy, calm down. You're sweet, attractive, smart, and a brilliant singer. Rye loves you, you know that

Fovvs-thank you guys. That actually really helped

The one and only Irish dude-np babe

Harvester-didn't help much but welcome 😉😋

Brooky -glad you feel better mate

Fovvs-yeah you did Harv thanks a lottt

I look up and the other four, who are watching me.

"Wow," I say breathlessly. "I didn't- he's so adorable," The others smile at me in a way that makes me blush. I start to smile and bury my face in my hands on the table.

Our food comes soon enough and we all eat quickly, no longer discussing Andy. Somehow, I know that he'll come to realize that I didn't mean what he seems to think I did.