Roadtrip Oneshots

RyexAndyxMikey, Separation Anxiety

A request from xcobbanxfowlerx... Thanks for the request! I hope I did this justice?
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Andy

"Babe... Andy's gonna be here the whole time alright? There's really nothing to worry about."

I smiled at Rye gratefully.

This was going to be a rough week for all three of us, I knew. Mikey's separation anxiety was a problem, one that we could always deal with. But this time, Rye was going to be away for longer than usual, something which Mikey hadn't had to encounter before.

Rye would be home for two weeks, and Mikey had never been separated from him for more than a few days at most.

It was going to be hard on all of us; Rye for leaving us, Mikey because of his anxiety, and myself for missing Rye and for trying to make this as easy for Mikey as I possibly could.

"But I want you both to stay here." He whispered in Rye's arms, who had pulled him for a hug.
I sat beside them, gently running my hands along Mikey's arm to show him that I was there.

Rye was leaving in a few minutes, and we needed to get Mikey in a good place before then. We had from now until the Uber arrived... I really hoped Mikey calmed down.

"Listen, you can call me whenever you need to alright? It's not like you'll never see me again or anything." Rye chuckled. Mikey only latched onto him tighter, and I sighed softly.

It didn't look like Mikey was going to be in a fit state when Rye left... And I had no idea how I was meant to calm him down. I think Rye came to the same conclusion as I did, because he gave me a sad look; he looked genuinely sorry. But I didn't blame him. He needed to go home, and Mikey had anxiety, two things that didn't mix well together.

"I can stay... I can cancel." Rye mouthed over Mikey's head, but I shook my head sternly. He couldn't miss this.

I reassured him with a smile, letting him know that I had this under control. That I could deal with it just fine.

That was far from the truth though.

"Rye! Uber's here!" Brooklyn yelled from somewhere downstairs, and I took a deep breath. Rye closed his eyes, already close to tears.

"I've got to go Mike." Rye softly said, kissing Mikey's head.

"Please don't go."

I felt my eyes well up with tears then, hating this situation. I stood up shakily, pulling Mikey from Rye's grasp.
"Come on Mike... We can't make Rye late." I tried to reason with my boyfriend. I knew this was making it harder on Rye as it was, and harder on me; but it wasn't Mikey's fault.

"Five more minutes." He begged, slapping my hands from him and tackling Rye back onto Mikey's bed. His shoulders began to shake, and I stepped towards them, hesitating, shuffling on my feet.

"I'm sorry." Rye whispered, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to sit up enough to get Mikey on him.

I sniffed, wiping my eyes, not really knowing what to do. Mikey just forced Rye back down, and I saw Rye swallow down a sob.

I watched him take a deep breath, and I knew what he was going to do.

Rye stood up rather abruptly, and a bit forcefully, in order to get Mikey off of him. Mikey landed in a mess of limbs on the floor, and Rye slammed into me. I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him tight. Rye's lips crashed onto mine with a bruising force, and I felt tears dripping down his cheeks onto mine; or that might be the tears falling from my own.