Fovvs

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Date: 9th March starting around 10 am.

I guess I should warn you, this chapter is more than just long, it includes a lot of different feelings.


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(Andy's POV)

A part of me wanted to say, don't call me that, but the part that loved it, when he called me Fovvs won, this time and I had the feeling that would start to happen more. I just had this trust in Rye and me. So, I just positioned myself a little differently on his lab, just allowing myself to enjoy the short moment, enjoy his warmth, enjoy the strength he gave me and the strength in his arms, his hard, muscular chest against my back, his soft breathing against my neck and shoulder. It felt like a promise, a promise that we would always be there for each other, no matter what happens; a beautiful promise.

"Oh... I am sorry," I could hear the sadness, the hurt in his voice, he sounded like he was longing to call me that, "I wasn't supposed to call you Fovvs any longer, so...,"

I stopped him before he could continue, before what I said about him calling me that could have made our relationship even less existent than it already was. "Rye, it's okay... I... I just wanted to say something against this name, against you calling me a Fovvs, when we had the fight, because I just was so angry and hurt, by what happened" I needed to hold back tears, "and I just wanted to stop you calling me that, because I didn't want to calm down and I was hurt by your reaction so much. And when you called me Fovvs I was just so angry at you, because you called me that, but I felt like you didn't mean it and you just acted so different... Different than you normally do, normally, I feel like you do it, because we are close, we are best friends," 'Agh, why? Best friends, so close, yet so far away.' "And that is why it... I can't describe it, but it calms me down. And that name, I don't hate it... the opposite is actually true, I like it when you call me Fovvs. I... I feel safe when you do." Now I had said it, either he would accept it or everything might only get worse, but it felt good to tell him the truth. I admitted more to him than I wanted, I told him that I felt safe when I was with him when he called me Fovvs. 'I know it's cringy, but I can't change anything about that, I just do, which of course was really a mixture of the fact that I felt safe when I was with Rye, he had just something to him, that made me feel that way. It was more than just the fact that he was taller and stronger than me, it also had to do with his character, with him. And when he called me Fovvs it showed a certain connection between us.' 'Gosh, I sound like a love-sick fool, I really do.' But Rye made me feel this way, I couldn't change it and more importantly, I didn't want to change it. But I felt more than just save when I was with him, when he called me Fovvs, I felt happier, better about myself, it was the way he said, often with a little cheeky smile that always made his eyes sparkle. For me it had always meant something, actually more than something, those sparkles in his eyes, always reminded me how close we were, that we were best friends. And that is both a blessing and a curse because I am his best friend, but I never will be more. To be honest, I was terrified because I might have done so much more damage with what I have done, what if he doesn't feel anything special when he calls me that, what if it's just a name for him, nothing more, no feelings attached, not even platonic ones. Maybe I have destroyed our friendship, even more, maybe I killed the little light of hope we still had left because I rambled like I want him to be my boyfriend. 'OMG, what is if he feels disgusted by that?'

"Thank you, Fovvs, I understand that, I do." He whispered, "Fovvs." With that he pulled me out of my spiral of thoughts, made me calm down, gave me the strength that I needed to organise myself again, to get myself under control again, 'thank you, Rye-pie.' I didn't say it, but I hoped he would understand it none the less.

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