fake fakeness :: randy -discontinuing-

•FOUR•

"How was your day with Rye?" Darren asked.

"Um...great," Andy quickly replied, still thinking about the flirting.

"Good, I hope you guys get along through all of this," Darren smiled.

"Me too," Andy said.
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Andy's pov
"So, how shall we break the news to the fans?" Blair asked.

"How about we make some little skits with each-other and go out in public, then post a tweet to make it official," Rye said looking straight at me.

"Sure," I said, because I was fidgeting nervously under his deep gaze.

"Okay then, why don't you guys go out somewhere in public together,"Blair suggested.

"Where?" I asked.

"How about the cinema, that's where most dates happen anyways," Darren said.

"The cinema it is," Rye smiled.

I gulped.

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"K babe you ready?" Rye asked as we were about to leave the limo.

"Babe?" I asked.

"Yes?" He replied.

"No I didn't mean it like that, I meant why are you calling me ba-"

"Shhh," he hushed as he put his finger over my lips. "Come on let's go out babe,"

I rolled my eyes and he ruffled my hair. I'm not a child! And he's not my daddy- Oh my god, I didn't mean it like that. I'm pretty sure he's not kinky anyways- not that I care!

We exited the fans, without being spotted since it was an empty park. We walked towards the town and suddenly I hear a scream.

"OMG THAT'S ANDY FOWLER AND RYE BEAUMONTTTTT!!!"

And a load of girls and paparazzi hurtled towards as if they had teleported.

"I SHIP IT!" Someone screamed.
"YAAAAAAS!" Another person shrieked.
"RANDYYYY!!!" A different person yelled.

Our security guards were positioned all around us as we made our way to the cinema.

A member of staff said we could be in special seats, basically away from everyone,which made me kinda feel upset that we had to be treated differently but I understood why.

"Are you okay Fovvs?" Rye asked.

"How do you know-"

"You said that was your nickname in an interview,"

"Oh. And I'm fine, don't worry about me," I said.

"If I don't worry, how will I know you're okay?" He asked.

"I will be," I smiled.

We stared at each other for a while before I quickly broke it off in embarrassment. Why did we do that? It was weird.

Once we got into our seats, I stared at Rye for a while as he gazed at the screen. He was a fit guy, in a friend way of course. 

"I shouldn't mind fake dating him," I said quietly, "Everything will be strictly professional anyways,"

"Are you sure about that?"