Kidnapped by RoadTrip

Chapter 18

Andy's POV

It's about 11 pm and i'm sitting in the living room on my own. I used to sit here every night with the boys. We'd play games and write songs, but I guess that's over now. Everything has changed since Mikey came here. 

Rye is completely broken. When he is not at work, he just spends the entire day alone in his room. He refuses to talk and ignores me when I try to talk to him. It's like he's completely absorbed by his misery. 

I don't really get what's going on with Jack and Brook though. Lately they've been skipping work a lot. It's as if they are sharing a secret. They're always together, they've always been, but they seem closer than ever before. Maybe they just feel more comfortable with each other because they're best friends, but I feel like there might be more to it. 

All of a sudden I remember I would talk to Jack about something. Somehow we'd come up with the plan to adopt a puppy. We thought it would be nice for everyone, since everyone seems a bit down lately. We were supposed to talk about it tonight, but Jack hasn't left his bedroom all night.

I decide to check on him to see if he's still up. And maybe I just want to know what he's been doing all night. I get up from the couch and make my way to his room. When I reach my destination I first knock on the door to make sure I don't walk into something that I don't want to see. 

I don't get any response though, so I just open the door and walk in. Surprisingly I notice that no one's there. Jack's bed is empty and so is his desk chair. However, something else draws my attention. Before I know it I'm standing before Jack's desk and reading the note that he left on it. 

How about tonight? It says. I recognize Brook's handwriting immediately and suddenly I understand the situation. I know exactly where Jack is. 

Then I realize something. This could be the key to all of our problems. If only I could convince Rye to talk to me again...

//// The Next Day ////

Mikey's POV

Rye's sudden disappearance out of my life for the past few weeks has really had an influence on my mood. Of course I didn't like being a prisoner from the start. But Rye made it...

Bearable? I guess...

Now I just feel hopeless again. Not to mention how heartbroken I am. I had just confessed my feelings toward him and I really thought he loved me back.  I honestly really regret that right now.

Don't get me wrong. The other boys are nice too, but they always remind me that I am their prisoner. Rye didn't, he made me feel special. Rye really was something else.

Yes, 'was'. He isn't special to me anymore. And it's his own fucking fault.

A tear rolls down my cheek. I don't want to cry. I don't want to think about him. However, there's nothing to take my mind off of him. So I keep thinking about him. And it's more torturing than anything else could be.

Even more than thinking about my father, who doesn't even love me.

I look at the clock. 6:15 pm. Andy could be here any minute to bring me food. I remember how I used to be scared of him, because he tried to hurt me twice. But now he's the only one I have. The others just kinda started ignoring me. Andy's my best friend right now, I guess.

Not too long after, the door opens and Andy walks in carrying a tray of food. "It's fish and chips day," Andy says with a wide smile on his face. He puts the tray on the nightstand and then sits on the bed next to me.

"Thanks," I mumble, staring down at my lap. Although I really want to talk someone right now, I just can't face Andy.

"Hey," I hear him say. He grabs my arm and I force myself to look at him. He kind of looks concerned. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I begin, but halfway through my voice cracks and I can't keep it in any longer. I just start crying. Meanwhile Andy just stares at me, probably wondering when exactly I lost my sanity.  

However, he hugs me nonetheless. "Don't worry, Mikey," he whispers. "I know exactly how to fix your problem."

"W-what?" I ask.

Andy sits down in front of me and puts his hands on my knees. "Let's make a deal."

"I..."

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Rye

I'm casually lying on my bed, staring at who knows what, when Andy enters my room. Although I didn't expect my friend's presence I don't even bother to look his way. I just close my eyes and swallow.

"Get up," Andy commands. When I don't do as he says immediately, he starts pulling me off my bed. I struggle against him and grab onto my blanket, but Andy just pulls me and my blanket off both. I hit the ground with my butt and groan. "Put on some sweatpants. We're going for a run."

"I don't want to," I complain. "I'm tired. I can't run right now."

All of a sudden Andy just slaps me in the face. "Quit this bullshit. You haven't done anything for the past three weeks. There's no way you are tired. Maybe you're just tired of your own miserable self. Because I sure am. Now get up."

My jaw drops. Andy has never snapped at me like this. He usually snaps at other people, but never at me. We're like the type of best friends that never argue. However, I guess all things come to an end eventually. "Dang, that was kind of mean," I say.

I push myself up, but drop back to the ground when I notice the expression on Andy's face. "I am being mean?" he asks with an unreadable look in his eyes. "Do you even know what that means? Being mean? I just care about you. What really is mean is the fact that you ignored me for three weeks straight. You're my best friend for fuck's sake! I wanted to be there for you, but you just keep pushing me away. It's all about Mikey, isn't it?"

"Andy, don't... Please leave Mikey out of this..."

"Don't worry, I respect Mikey. I won't bother him. Maybe you should be worried about yourself. Mikey didn't ignore me, if you were wondering. However, my best friend did. Funny isn't it? Now, get up. Because I'm really about to lose my shit." He slams the door behind him, leaving me alone.

I feel my heart beat in my chest. Ten times faster than it should. I must have really fucked up this time, for Andy to react this way. I feel really selfish right now. I wonder what Mikey would think of my behaviour. However I push the thought away. Mikey shouldn't be on my mind right now.

After a few minutes I decide to get up and change into my sportswear. Wearing all black, like the emo I am right now, I walk out of the room. Only to hear...

"Mikey!" I yell as soon as Mikey's screams enter my ears. Without hesitation I sprint into the direction of the noise. I enter Mikey's room and freeze at the sight in front of me.

"No, Andy," I whisper. "Not again..."

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A/N

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