Roadtrip Oneshots

Rykey, Tourette's

This was a request from Randyislife, so here ya go! I hope you enjoy it, and that it is what you wanted. Xxxx ❤️💖

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Mikey

I knew that Rye hated it with a passion. He loathed the fact that he had no control over his body, or the sounds that came out from his mouth, and he hated it. He hated not being in control, and I knew that it angered and frustrated him to no end.

But Rye had learned to live with it, something that I had always been immensely proud of him for. I was so so proud of my boyfriend for not letting it hold him back. I love him no matter what, and that's what I try to show him every day, even when he's having a bad day.

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I always enjoyed meetings with Blair, simply because he wasn't like most managers. As much as he liked to be serious, it was still possible for us all to have a laugh with him, something that I was eternally grateful for; we were not serious at all, well, we weren't as serious as most people. Actually, it was more the fact that we didn't take ourselves seriously.

But from the moment this meeting started I could tell that Rye was having a bad day already, which wasn't a good sign.

I'd picked up on his feet tapping in the car ride over, and leant over to squeeze his knee. Yet it also didn't help that Blair and the other boys were tense and high-strung today, finding just about anything to have a dig at. That was never a good mix.

My eye's flickered between my boyfriend, Blair, and the other boys, and I felt a sense if helplessness engulf me.
Rye was shrugging his shoulders literally non-stop, which told me straight away that he was uncomfortable, so beneath the table I held his hand in what I hoped was a calming matter. He'd also started to clear his throat every ten or so seconds, and with a quick glance around the room I could see Andy clench his jaw, obviously trying to hold himself back from snapping.

I carried on glancing around, noting how both Brook and Jack were doing the same, Brooklyn being the most understanding by giving Rye a supportive smile from across the table.

This carried on for another twenty minutes, and I could almost cut the tension in the air with a knife.

I was getting frustrated, but not at Rye, never at Rye. But at the other boys. They knew it wasn't his fault... Rye couldn't help it. But they were acting as if it was. I pretended to not see Jack eyeing Rye at one point, an unreadable expression on his face.

It was only when Rye's foot started to intently tap on the floor, a quiet sound that gradually began to grow in volume (not a lot, the sound resembling a soft knock), that Blair finally snapped.

"Can you please be quiet Rye? I'm trying to sort everything out, and neither myself or the boys can think with all that noise you're making! Just be quiet!"
Blair slammed his hands on the table with an agitated sigh, and I visibly flinched.

Blair had never spoken to Rye like that before... none of them had ever shouted at Rye like that.

I watched as my boyfriend froze completely, shoulder shrugging coming to an abrupt halt, his feet stilling, no longer clearing his throat, just watching everyone with fear in his eyes.

"Rye..." I leaned closer to him, but before I could even squeeze his hand, or finish my sentence for that matter, Rye had already torn his hand from mine and was fleeing the room. I didn't follow straight away, instead standing up, my chair toppling over with a crash, my hands pressed firmly on the table.