Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

9: Date Night

Rye's P.O.V

I jumped off of Andy's bed, hugged him and left in a hurry.

"Brook," I panted, running into my older brother's room. He looked up in surprise, which then turned to concern when he saw me out of breath.

"Are you okay, Rye?"

"Yeah," I grinned. "I'm making it up to Andy. I'm taking him on a date tomorrow. Will you help me?"

Brook nodded immediately and stood up. "Do you want to start now or...?"

I nodded, making him get up. "Is he... angry with me, Brook?"

Brook gave me a knowing look, but shook his head. "It's not that he's angry with you, Rye. He's just feeling alone right now and you and Mikey aren't making things better. You kissed him, brought him into your bed, you slept together, called him beautiful, and then went on to kiss your best friend whilst your husband - your fucking husband, Ryan - sat in the hallway hating himself. All you're doing is stringing him along with these false promises and fake love. Hopefully, this date will put things in a new light." My brother hugged me, sensing I needed it, and pulled away. "So, do you know what you wanna do?"

"Well..."

I explained everything I was planning, including a dress code kind of thing. He listened intently, even grabbing a pen and paper.

"Really, Brook?"

"Well, we don't want to forget anything," he replied, as if it was so obvious.

"Okay, fine."

The next day

Andy's P.O.V

"Are you sure this isn't just a way for him to humiliate you?" Alex looked at me in concern. "He could end up hurting you badly, Andy."

I nodded, but didn't fully agree. "I have to give him a chance, Alex. He seemed so genuinely excited to take me on a date. I have to credit him for that."

The brunette nodded, grabbing my hand. "I just want you to be okay," he whispered.

I smiled just to reassure him I was fine, gently pulling my hand away. "I'm okay."

"When are you going to get ready? And where's Rye?"

"I can start now, but I don't know where he is." We went up to my room, where a folded piece of paper was on my pillow. I opened it, reading what it said.

Hey, Andy.

I'll be home to get you at 7. Dress smart :)

Rye xx

I looked up at the clock to see it read 5:30, and internally panicked.

"Shit. I better get ready."

"Do you want any help?" Alex looked a little disappointed, but I forced myself to brush it off.

"Uh, just help me pick out a shirt?"

"Alright. I'd wear a shirt and tie, but don't actually wear a blazer."

I nodded in agreement, and walked over to my dresser. I picked out a black nail polish, and sat down to apply it.

"I didn't know you wore nail polish." Alex's voice startled me slightly, and I gulped nervously. I was afraid of what he'd say.

"Uh, yeah. I do. I get it if you don't like it or whatever."

I heard him sigh and take a seat next to me, gently taking the wand. He took my hand and silently started going over my nails, engrossed in it. After he was finished, he sat up to admire his work. I'll admit, I was impressed with what he'd done.