Can't Make You Love Me ·Randy·

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·Rye Beaumont·

I was sitting at the couch when I heard Andy coming down the stairs.
I turn to say something but he storms out the door while throwing on a jacket.
He seemed upset.
I decide to see if he's okay and follow him out the door.
"Andy!" I say, catching up.
He turns around and looks at me.
No shirt, No shoes.
Just in sweatpants as it's sprinkling rain.
"Are you a madman?" he asks, taking his jacket off and placing it on me.
"I just-" I start.
"You just what?" he asks.
"You seemed upset.. I wanted to make sure you were okay.." I tell him.
"I'm fine," he says, in a tone that makes it hard to beleive him.
"Andy.." I say quietly.
"Okay.. I'm not.." he admits. "I just.. Why did he leave? The men are suposed to do the heavy lifting of the family. But here my moms been doing it my whole life.. She deserves a break.. She deserves more than what she's got.. She deserves the world. And why after I was born? Was it me that caused him to go?" he asks, tears forming as he's looking down.
"It wasn't your fault babe," I say, placing my hand on the side of his face gently.
Both of us now soaked from rain.
"How wasn't it? He didn't leave beforehand.." he says, eyes still not leaving the ground.
"Hey.." I say, quietly. He slowly looks up. For a moment I want to lean in, to show him I care and that I'm here for him, but I decide against it and hold myself back.
"Trust me.. He missed out. Maybe it's a good thing he's not around.. You might not be who you are today.." I tell him.
"I'm nothing.." he says.
"Now, Andy Fowler, that is no way to speak about yourself. You're an amazing person. Come on, let's go back inside and hang out, yeah?" I ask, holding my hand out for him to take.
"Do you think we could just.. lay in bed and cuddle all day..? I think I need it.." he asks shyly.
"Of course," I smile.
He finally takes my hand and we go back inside.
I place Andys jacket on the coat rack inside the door before following him upstairs.
As he's in the bathroom drying his hair with a towel, I lay down under the blankets.
A couple moments later, Andy is under them as well.
I pull him closer to me til his head is on my chest.
I gently run my fingers through his hair, at an attempt to calm him.
"Rye..?" he whispers.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"Are you bi..?" he asks, still being quiet, as if he's scared to ask.
I smile at him shyly and kiss the crown of his head.
"I can be whatever you want me to be."