Remedy (Randy)

Another Day in Paradise

This whole story will be in third person :)

Andy opened his eyes to see only Mikey in the kitchen, despite hearing other loud voices echoing from the surrounding rooms. Andy signed, yet another day filled with loud, angry voices and inconsiderate comments. Ever since they'd moved to the new flat, they'd been on their own. There was no Blair in the next room to help them if they were ill, or couldn't agree on something, or even just to tell them to go to bed. Andy rolled over and looked at Mikey in the kitchen, and their eyes met. Just as Andy really took in Mikey's tired, yet still so kind eyes, another loud noise echoed from the next room, causing Andy to jump and Mikey to break eye contact as he turned around and continued his task, which was to successfully make a cup of tea without someone else needing the kitchen.

Rye stormed into the living room, radiating anger with his fists curled into balls and his body pulsing with fury as he slammed the door. He had had enough of Brooklyn's incessant whining about being tired, or hungry, or that there was no hot water. We are all tired, we are all hungry, and there was never any hot water, thought Rye furiously as he sat down on Mikey's bed. Andy watched him, as Rye was too caught up in his own thoughts to give Andy a second look. What had annoyed Rye more was that Jack had defended Brooklyn, when Jack had no right to take sides. But the thing that had made Rye the most irritated was that Brooklyn had started to cry. Rye knew it was just crocodile tears, because the tension in the flat could be cut with a knife, and Brook was the type of person who would cry when the teachers at school told him off for talking. Rye could almost feel Brooklyn still silently crying, as Jack comforted him saying things like "It'll be fine" or "Don't worry about it". No one ever told Rye not to worry, or that it'll be fine. Everyone assumed that because he didn't cry he wasn't at all emotionally effected by it. A day never passed when someone didn't cry in this flat, Mikey or Brook being the usual culprits. 

Andy's heart rate had finally calmed down, but he was still on edge from being woken up by yelling, and being immediately catapulted into what the day would hold. Everyone was at breaking point. They had all basically moved from their parents house straight into Blair's flat. Andy wondered how they could be expected to take are of themselves, as he looked at Rye who still looked like he could kill dead things, and Mikey in the kitchen who Andy knows hasn't really been eating properly, and he thinks of Brooklyn who is most definitely crying right about now, and poor Jack who once again has to be the most responsible despite being the youngest. Then he remembers he's 24 years of age now, he's not the same stupid 19 year old boy he used to be.

Rye and Andy still don't look at eachother as Mikey leaves the room, presumably going to ask Brook what happened. 

"Another day in paradise then", says Rye, unable to take the awkwardness that hung in the air. Andy lets out a groan and scrunches up his face and puts it into his hands, still not even fully awake. He can't believe Rye is joking at a time like this, when everyone who's close to them is absolutely miserable and it's Rye who started this fight and he's usually involved and it's-

"What the fuck are you on mate I never said any of that, YOU'RE STARTING MURDER WITH EVERYONE TODAY JUST BACK OFF" Mikey's loud shouts flooded into the room, shocking both Andy and Rye to their cores. Mikey never shouts. Mikey is calm, and collected, and he never shouts. Andy can feel the salt water building up behind his eyes, and his pulse is speeding up again. Mikey and Jack continue to scream obscenities back and forth, and as Brooklyn tried to intervene Andy could hear the wobbles in his voice from a whole other room. Andy wondered why they were crying so far apart.

Eventually the shouting dies down and Mikey goes to the Rarvey room, the only room without an occupant who will no doubt start a fight. Andy feels like he should say something to Rye, try to lighten the mood.He feels a panic attack coming on, as the days and weeks of stress finally get hold of him. No one knows about his mental health, or how it's been slowly deteriorating. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out, because he can't think of anything that could alleviate the headache he feels coming on, or the way his heart feels like it's going to explode into a thousand little pieces, or how the anger has left Rye and he just looks sad and lost now. Their eyes meet and without saying anything, they understand. This can't go on.

Meanwhile in the Jacklyn room, Brooklyn is still crying. He has felt the effects more than anyone at this stage, with his wild temper and insults that don't hold back. Jack is pacing back and forth, still cursing Mikey in his head for just being so fucking difficult. Brook may be rude and hurtful sometimes, but he never means it, Jack thinks to himself, looking down at Brooklyn with his hands in his hair and his big green eyes filled with tears. Seeing his best friend like this caused all the anger to leave Jack, as he cast Mikey out of his head and focused on the situation at hand. His eyes softened and his body untensed as he sat down beside Brook, wordlessly taking his hand and putting his arm around him. Brooklyn knew things had to change, he couldn't keep fighting with everyone, he was exhausted by it. Jack knew that when the burning in his throat and the tears in his eyes subsided, and when the poor boy who was crying on his shoulder finally stopped. They would have to talk. All of them. This couldn't go on.

And finally we have Mikey, alone, sitting on Harvey's made bed, with slow, silent tears rolling off his face. He wondered how they could be fixed, because this couldn't go on.

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okay ladies idek if that was good but next chapter will basically be them airing some feelings, deffo alot of crying and will be more andy centric because this is about him lol hope u enjoyed let me know :)

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