Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)

| twenty five |

"What happened to you?" Andy raised a brow at Mikey's popped lip.

"Those two idiots were fighting and I got one of the punches," he nodded toward Rye's room.

"I heard that, what were they arguing over?"

Mikey shrugged, "i don't even think they know themselves."

"I don't know if it's good or bad that they're fucking," Andy chuckled.

"They probably fight more now than they did before," Mikey shook his head.

"But we can do stuff without leaving one of them out," Andy pointed out.

"True," he agreed, "still both dickhead's though."

"You can say that again," Andy laughed.

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Rye looked at Mikey sheepishly, "i uh, I'm sorry bro. But thanks for breaking it up... I promise i won't punch you next time..."

"You fucking better be sorry," Mikey glared at him, "you owe me."

"Wanna go get coffee? My treat?"

"Sounds good!"

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"Where were you?" Jack raised a brow at Rye when he came back.

"Went for coffee, did you miss me?" Rye said, that signature smirk plastered on his face.

Jack just rolled his eyes and walked off. Rye brushed it off and headed into the living room of their shared flat, ignoring a weird look from Andy.

"So you punched Mikey?" he said, not giving Rye a chance to even sit down before he spoke.

"I apologised," he frowned, "and what's it to you?"

Andy shook his head, "he's my best friend and you punched him over some petty shit probably..."

"Andy, I'm not in the fucking mood for this," he rolled his eyes, "I apologised, he forgives me, what's the problem?"

"What were you and Jack even fighting over?"

Rye just shrugged. He didn't even know what it was over when they were fighting.

Andy shook his head, giving Rye a stern look.

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"Jack's been acting weird since this morning," Rye frowned, "and I dunno what's up with him."

Brooklyn shrugged, "have you spoke to him?"

Rye scoffed, shaking his head as if that was a ridiculous thing to ask, "what would I say?"

"What's up??" Brook raised a brow.

"Fine," Rye sighed and went to speak to Jack.

Jack looked up from his bed as Rye walked in, "what's up?"

"I was gonna ask you the same thing," Rye mumbled, "you've been acting weird all day..."

Jack shrugged, "i'm fine."

That was a lie and Rye knew it, "you're not."

"No i'm not, but what's it to you?"

"I uh.. i-" Rye frowned, realising Jack was right. What was it to him? Why did he care? Jack was still just some idiot who, despite everything that had happened between them, he didn't like.

At least that's what he told himself.

"Nothing," Rye raised a brow, "have fun being a miserable bastard."

Jack huffed and turned back to his laptop once Rye had left. He couldn't tell Rye what was going on, not when he'd confronted Rye about it before, about him being jealous. I get jealous easy, doesn't mean anything, he'd said, nothing's changed. But it had.

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because i'm meant to be writing a one shot for someone, and i have another one in the queue so i thought i'd write this to tide them over til theirs is published