Randy||bxb||Roadtrip Oneshots

Night and Day

This was edited/written on my phone so please let me know if you see any errors. Sorry and thank you.

Hope you like it,

Jo xx
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Rye prefered day to the night, specifically mornings before the sun rose. He would wake up early - superhuman early - to start his day often with a run. This many found impossible, running in the early hours; he found necessary.

The same ritual every day, waking up having his tea(with a lot of sweetener of course) and walking outside to see the sun rising from the horizon. Once it had, he would set off on a run, the length of which depends on how ambitious he was feeling that particular day. Running at an increasing pace, only to stop by the water watching the birds and listening to them.

He just loved the world when it was silent, and no one was around — the slow pace of the morning and being able to prepare for the day ahead slowly, or sitting reading calmly before the others would wake. The great sense of satisfaction and accomplishment of being up early and ready was a significant motivator to why he was up first.

Rye had always loved watching the sun go up - shining gold and pink while listening to birds chirping like they only would in those early hours of the morning - ever since he was a little boy who could finally wake up and move independently. Sitting there just as amazed as when he was young because the feeling and emotion always had and always stayed with him. The sun's beautiful colours as it refracted through the atmosphere reflecting of his brown shining eyes. That childlike wonder would never leave him.

Running was also one of the things that made him feel free, the wind and the constant progression — the sense of continually getting better. Being able to run further, to run faster. Still, people found this impossible whereas Rye saw this as an opportunity to do what he loved before being burdened by the daily problems. At this time, the mind had not completely started to process the endless to-do list, therefore, he was free to do whatever he pleased.

Andy, however unlike his crazy(from his point of view) boyfriend, prefered the late nights to the early morning. He wouldn't be up at five in the morning ready for the sunrise, but rather wake up a couple(like five or six) hours later. He would stay up late in the evening instead.

He loved the dark sky that was littered with stars from every galaxy including his own, that shone just for him - the moon that would glow ever so slightly on the earth. Lighting it ever so slightly and ever so softly.

He loved the sense of the life outside and in the city compared to the quite quiet atmosphere inside. The contrast of life and silence that he adored. In their small village, you did not get much of the London-night-life. So everything lay quite dead, and Andy found himself loving that too, he had never been much for partying anyway. The darkness more compact, compared to the big city, only broken by the stars that shone so far away, if they died no one on earth would know for millions of years.

Andy was also struck with the sense of calm wonder for the night sky that Rye felt for the early morning. On clear nights he could sit for hours looking wide-eyed at the different constellations in the sky. This was something he had taken from his younger years, too. After his mother had tucked him in, he would sneak up to his window to see the change outside as the sun slowly dipped and disappeared.

Night time was when he was his most creative and productive, writing, singing and learning. The only restriction was the sleeping resident of the house. They were the reason he would've headphones or find himself sitting outside playing guitar. Some melodies he wouldn't remember in the morning and others he would work on for months.

Often writing about the stars in the sky, or about the shape of the body lying next to him. Keeping a lot of it to himself, until he was very happy with it.

These boys were just that, night and day. Together they stunned in different ways, and after compromising, they found themselves enjoying the others way of life because what they adored was still there.

The peace and quiet