Randy||bxb||Roadtrip Oneshots

After tour

Relationship status: not together
:::01.12

Andy's POV.
I woke up with my head on Rye's shoulder. Sitting between him and Mikey in the backseat of the car.

It was done, the tour was over; as we just had our last show. I kept my eyes half closed, trying to see if I could fall back asleep. Hoping and praying that I would be able to, even with the slight rumble of the cars.

Driving down the highways, with everyone being oddly quiet and still, they were probably tiered just like me.

I drifted in and out of sleep. Especially when the compact darkness was broken by the warm light in the tunnels, driving past one to be swallowed by the darkness quickly before the next light came into view from the side window. I kept my eyes firmly shut, nonetheless, the light still sipped through my eyelids. I cuddled more into Rye's side, hoping he wouldn't mind. I was just so exhausted, and he was so cosy. And my wishes were answered as I felt his arms wrap around me.

:::02.18

The next time I woke someone was carrying me with their arms under my knees and under my arms. They were walking veery slowly and carefully like they were trying not to wake me. I didn't bother telling him I was awake and instead stayed noiseless, still drained. Soon enough I felt myself being placed on something so soft. Compared to the awkward position I had tried sleeping in earlier, this was heaven. On my journey up the stairs, I had clutched the thin fabric of his sweater, this had told me who was carrying me. Rye. When I felt his tender touch leave me, I pull him closer by the front of his jumper; still half asleep. All I knew at this point was that I wanted him closer to me. To be there when I woke up, keeping me safe from the light that would wake me from this beautiful state of rest.

He sighed, then tried getting up; despite this, I was able to stop him, capable of keeping him close consequently making him fall down next to me, snuggling into his chest. Getting comfortable. He sighed again, although, this time it was more of a content sigh, as I could feel him relaxing. He laid back, holding me close. Giving in to my wishes.

:::23.45

I was still lying here awake my bed a lot colder than yesterday, it felt odd somehow to be sleeping in my room; although I didn't get any sleep. After the tour, where Rye and I had shared rooms and beds most of the time, it felt strange not having him here. With those thoughts, I tried falling asleep.

I was tossing and turning for what felt like hours, and it might have occurred. Until I finally got up. Not going far, only to the kitchen part of our room. Sitting and simply thinking. The kind of thinking you only do in the middle of the night where you aren't following any thought. Just letting them run freely. More or less melting into the darkness, just staring, feeling how absolute it is: somehow feeling its power. Occasionally breaking out of it thinking about what my mind was doing, then letting the thoughts run wild again.

:::08.49

I hadn't gotten any rest that night. I had sat up on the couch wondering why I couldn't fall asleep. They boys had awoken one by one, slipping into the kitchen to grab breakfast, merely assuming I had woken up early. Finding me sitting on the couch, staring off into nothingness.

Usually, I would have used this state of mind to write a song. Except for today, I couldn't follow a single thought; they all slipped my mind once I started paying attention to them.

It is incredible what the mind does in the middle of the night.

Thankfully we didn't have anything planned today: because I don't think I would've managed. Even though I hadn't been able to fall asleep, I was spent.