Can't Make You Love Me ·Randy·

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·Andy Fowler·

I don't understand. I just- don't understand.
My mums friend has a son that has been getting in trouble alot lately. So he's staying with us since I'm 'a good influnce'.
On top of that, We have to share a room until mum figures out a different sleeping arrangement.
I swear to god. If he finds this and reads it, I'll kill him.
Privacy is the one thing I'm weird about. He's already gonna be invading it by being in my room.
He's gonna be here any minute so I have to go.
-Andy

I finish writing and close my journal, placing it on my bedside table.
As if on cue my mum calls for me.
I go downstairs to see her and her friends son.

"Honey, this is Ryan. Katherines son," my mum tells me.
I just look at him and nod.
"Ryan, this is my son, Andrew," she says to him.
He nods back.
She realizes the awkward tension and tries to break it.
"Andrew, why don't you show him your room?" she suggests.
I begin to head upstairs and Ryan follows me.

"This is my room. Our room, I guess," I say, letting him in.
"Wow. This is pretty cool actually. I thought it was gonna be tiny and crowded," he says, looking around.
"I like my things in order. It's easier to keep track of," I say.
"Woah," he says, taking ahold of my guitar from in the corner of my room.
"Hey," I say, taking it and putting it back. "I have one rule, Ryan. Don't touch my personal things without permission. Like my guitar, my journal, and my clothes."
"I have one rule too, Andrew. Don't call me Ryan," he says.
"What am I to call you then?" I ask.
"Rye," he answers.
"Then call me Andy," I say.
He nods and then looks around again.
"I, uhm, emptied a few drawers for you," I say, walking over and opening them.
"Thanks," he says, opening his bag and putting his clothes away.
"Boys!" My mum calls us, probably for dinner.
Rye and I head downstairs to see pizza on the table.
"Sorry it's not a homecooked meal, Ryan. I'm not the best at those. Andrew is good at them though. Maybe he can make breakfast tomorrow," mum says, looking at me.
"Sure," I say, causing her to smile.
"Well, I have a meeting, so I'll be gone until tomorrow. Try not to kill eachother," she jokes, kissing me on the forehead, waving us both goodbye before leaving.
"She just.. leaves?" Rye asks.
"Yeah, sometimes. It's her work. She travels alot," I explain.
"That's awesome. This place would be cool the throw a party," he says.
"No. No. No. No. We aren't throwing any parties," I tell him.
"Come on, lighten up," he smirks.
That was the first sign of any happiness I've seen on him.
He has a nice smile, if I'm being honest.
It's a shame he's a bad influence.
I have a feeling he could be sweet if he tried.
"Are you gonna eat anything or not?" I ask, holding out a plate.
He takes the plate and grabs a slice.
"I didn't hear a no," he smirks again.
"No. N. O. No," I say.
"Well damn," he says.
It was my turn to smirk.
We finish eating and watch tv for a bit in the living room.
"I'm gonna go upstairs. Let me know if you need anything," I tell him, going to my room.
I pick up my journal and guitar and sit on the edge of my bed.
I strum a bit, trying to think of some lyrics.

It's taking everything
Every little bit of me

Thats all I'm able to get out that I actually like before Rye walks in.
"That's you?" he asks at the door.
"Yeah. Trying to come up with something," I say.
"Can I?" he asks, motioning to my bed. I nod and he sits down beside me.
"Sing that part again," he says.
I strum.

It's taking everything
Every little bit of me

"Trying to find a piece
Of who I'm meant to be"

He sings.
I keep strumming.

"You could be the one
To say that things are done
You've already won
had your hand around the gun"

I stop strumming. Dear god. I think I'm developing feeings. Shit.
"Does that help at all?" he asks.
"Yeah, alot actually. Thank you. Do you mind if I put that in my journal?" I ask, wanting permission to use the lyrics.
"Yeah, I don't see why not," he chuckles.
I grab my journal and write them down.
"Ya know.. You're really quite good," I tell him, putting my journal back down.
"I was just trying to help you, is all," he says.
"Well, you've got talent either way," I tell him.
"Do you mind if I hop in the shower?" he asks, changing the subject.
"Not at all. Through there," I say, pointing towards my bathroom.
"Cool, thanks," he says, going in.
I decide to change into shorts and a tshirt for bed, laying down.
A few minutes later, Rye comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
"Sorry, forgot my sweats," he says, grabbing them and going back into the bathroom.
He comes back out a moment later, shirtless and wearing grey sweatpants.
I feel the matress dip beside me as he gets into bed.
A while later I hear him lightly snoring.
I feel arms wrap around me.
I turn my head to see Rye.
His eyes still closed.
He's cuddling me in his sleep.
Cute.