fake fakeness :: randy -discontinuing-

•SEVEN•

Rye's pov

"Hey Ryan?" Blair called.

"Yeh?" I replied.

"Are you hungry?" He asked

"Nah, I'm good,"

"Okay- by the way you have an interview with Popbuzz at 3:30- bye," he said quickly.

"What?! You never told me I had an interview!" I exclaimed but by the time I turned around, he was gone. What a bitch.

Suddenly I got a text.

Blair: Andy's going to the interview too btw

Shit. The interview's probably gonna be about how we're 'dating'. That quickly though? Being famous is annoying man. But I still love it...

Two hours later

I was ready for interview with Andy and to be honest, I was kinda scared. What if he just broke and told the truth? We would both go bankrupt and lose all our fame. And that might sound vain, but if you had money and fame, how would you feel if losing all of it depended on one person?

When I arrived, I immediately looked for Andy, so we could walk into the interview set together, like a couple. I don't know why I wanted to fake date him so much. Like I flirt with him a lot but do I have a crush on him? My thoughts were pushed out of my head as I saw Andy, sitting down on the set, fiddling with his thumbs.

"Hey Andy," I smiled.

"Oh hi Rye, did you know we were having an interview? Cause Darren literally told me out of nowhere," he said.

"Blair did the same to me!" I exclaimed, we both chuckled.

"What pricks," he laughed.

"Totally."

Suddenly a few lights went on and our interviewer walked to her seat. She was a blonde woman, with straight hair. She seemed to be in her 30s. She was wearing tons of makeup and had gloopy mascara. Eww.

She smiled at me but didn't look at Andy. Then the interview started.

(Au: Bold is Andy speaking and Underlined is Rye speaking)

"I'm here with celebrity, superstar Rye Beaumont- and Andy Fowler, to ask them about their relationship that they just made official recently. So, to confirm you boys are both bisexual right?"

"Yeh"
"Yes"

"So how did you guys find each other?"

We both panicked, we had not thought this through.

"Actually, my manager met his manager. Then we met each other, got a bit flirty and stuff, thus leading to us becoming boyfriends,"

"Uh huh, Rye," she began moving closer to me, "Are you more interested in boys or girls,"

"Um, both"

"Okay, well are you sure that you and Andy are right for each other?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're RYE BEAUMONT and he's...him," she grimaced at Andy, "You're a bit...more celebrity like than him..."

"What's that supposed to mean?! Sorry I don't want to do this interview anymore, let's leave Andy," I could see Andy was on the verge on tears. How could that...cougar talk to him- and me- like that?!

I grabbed his hand and we went to my house together.

"I'm so sorry, Andy. Nothing she was implying is true," I said.

"Are you sure Rye? You're obviously better than me," he said as he looked down.

"Look at me Andy," I lifted his chin "You are everything most people want. You are beautiful, kind, funny, talented and I could go on. Don't ever think of yourself badly, promise?" I put out my pinky.

"Promise," he smiled and wrapped his pinky around mine. It was only a few seconds before we realised our faces were inches away from each other.

Is it weird that holding his pinky in mine for two seconds, I felt warm inside?