Randy||bxb||Roadtrip Oneshots

Why

Relationship status: together
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Rye was everyone's, he was public with his life. It was hard not to when you had the number of followers and fans as Rye did. He would give you a bright smile for no reason, just because.

Andy liked to be a bit more private. Sure, he was dating a famous football player, "the golden one" or whatever crap they decided to call him that month, but that did not mean he would have a public Instagram. Andy despised all of it. The blond just wasn't the type to post stories on Snapchat, he felt like if he didn't care what other people were up to every minute of their life, no one would be intrigued by his presence. He did not feel like being famous because of someone else.

Rye could wake up early, go for a run then go to the gym. The morning part seemed impossible to Andy. He who kept the blinds shut so the sun wouldn't wake him up, he had to sleep next to a git who wanted them up for that exact reason. Rye was a mystery to Andy. The older boy didn't mind the gym, he certainly didn't love it in the way Rye did(such a strange man), but never would he ever go there willingly before noon. Those hours were for sleeping, eating breakfast, more sleeping, and playing the guitar. There was no excuse to leave the house if you didn't have to - like a life or death situation. Andy had once told Rye that unless a tsunami was about to hit the house, he wasn't leaving the house.

Even though, they were mostly perfect the one(in a million) thing they could never agree on was the temperature in the apartment. Not that it mattered too much, they had vastly different schedules and saw very little of each other, but they enjoyed the bickering. Andy wanted it cool, he needed the air conditioning during the night, so his blankets had a purpose. While Rye wanted it off as much as possible, or just set on a ridiculously high temperature(if you asked Andy).

They missed each other a lot during the weeks they didn't see each other. Andy has gone on photography assignments for days on end. When he came back, it wasn't always guaranteed that Rye would be home, perhaps playing a game, or travelling, or maybe in practice. Nonetheless, they were happy. It wasn't ideal, but they suffered through as they couldn't bear the thought of leaving the other. They both refused the idea of being half of a whole(that was a stupid lie made for valentines cards), it was more like they had found someone who spoke on the same frequency. They fit almost seamlessly, even though their differences.

They didn't know why they fit together so well.

The truth was that it all lies in the compromise. And at this point, they were pros at it. Rye gave in and let Andy set the thermostat ridiculously low, he agreed on the lone condition that Andy would cuddle with him to keep him warm. Andy let Rye have his way with the blinds. He opted instead to bury his face in Rye's chest. Because he couldn't go as far as waking up at 6 fucking AM. The blond had muttered on multiple occasions(always before eight o'clock) that Rye was a mad man, and how he had standards. Rye loved to reply with a sugary sweet "of course you do, honey." Only leading to a pillow being smacked in the brunet's face as well.

So, everything wasn't ideal - but it was perfect, and they couldn't quite figure out why.

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I hope you enjoyed this One-shot! It's short, but I kinda like it short and sweet.

Be your own type of amazing this week,

Jo xx