Randy oneshots

2. Ice skate stakes

Andys pov
Christmas is coming up soon and we still haven't gone ice skating. I fucking live for ice skating and if I don't go I'm going to get upset. We haven't been able to go yet this year because after moving house everyone's been really busy and the extra added pressure of putting a vlog out every day doesn't help.

'Boys!!' I yell from the kitchen, as I swivel around on one of the bar stools perched by the island. 'Come here!' I yell once more, impatient after receiving no response after a few seconds. The sound of thumping on wood reaches my ears and I smile a little knowing that some of them actually came down pretty fast (knowing how lazy they can be). Brook and Jack wandered in together, no surprise there, giggling about something. If I'm honest I wish they'd go out with each other because they are quite cute together.
A minute or two later Mikey treks in rubbing his eyes looking absolutely shattered. 'What's this about then Andy?' Mikey asks, sleep evident in his voice as he doesn't even bother to make eye contact with me. Jack and Brook look up at his comment though with intrigued faces. 'Wait Rye's not here' I huff, annoyed cause I really really want to go as soon as we can. 'RYAN!' I scream, causing the other to all jump a substantial way back from shock.
Nothing.
'For fucks sake' I mutter jogging upstairs towards Rye's room. I flick the light on, climb up to his bed. 'RYAN!' I shout. He genuinely levitated temporarily. Like in that video where that guys mate whacks him with a pillows and the guy freaking floats up in the air before plopping on the ground and saying 'Jacob get fucking down I've been fucking shot!'. Yeah that but with an 'I'm up! What happened? Where's the fricking fire'. 'I've been calling you, come downstairs.' 'Ugh' Rye grumbles, flinging his arm over his eyes to shield them from the bright light emitting from the chandelier. 'Come on lets go' I prompt, tapping him with my foot. I go to jump off his bed 'Andy woah what the fuck' he grabs my arm to prevent me from dropping down to the floor.
I shoot him a confused look before he states 'it's a longer drop than it looks'. He then drops to the floor and I roll my eyes, he's too overprotective sometimes. He stretches his arms out towards me 'jump, I'll catch you' before I have time to protest my brain has gone onto autopiløt as I hop off the bed into Rye's arms. 'See? Told you I'd catch you. Now let's go' he mocks in a funny voice, flipping me onto his back and running down the stairs.

We enter the kitchen laughing. I hop off of Rye's back before Mikey growls 'great, so you wake me up to call us all down for some announcement and then you bugger off upstairs for a piggyback from Rye?!'. 'Calm down mate, anyway I called you all down here because... WE ARE GOING ICE SKATING' I yell excited.
I am then met with a mixture of reactions.
'Get in!' - Brook
'Awww fuck no' - Jack
'This should be interesting'- Mikey
'Yesss lads!' - Rye
'So we are going tomorrow, cool?' I clarify. Everyone looks around before agreeing (well, bar jack) and going back to what they were doing. I smile to myself as I hear Brook trying to convince Jack how much fun it will be and Mikey telling them he's off to bed, again.

But then a thought occurred to me of the one person who didn't leave the room. 'Wanna make a bet?' I hear someone speak into my ear. Oh shit, Rye.
I swallow hard and turn around. 'What kind of a bet?' I question, crossing my arms as I see a subtle smirk appear on his face. 'Whoever can learn to skate backwards tomorrow first wins!' He states. 'Are ya sure you want to bet on that Beaumont? I could ice skate in my sleep' I tell him, arrogance surfacing. 'Well if your so sure you'll have no problem making this bet with me' he counters. 'What are the stakes?' I ask. 'Winner decides' he shrugs. 'Deal' I say, putting my hand out for him to shake which he does so whilst repeating my words. 'Deal' he then head towards the kettle to grab a cup of tea as we continue to have a casual conversation with one another up until he heads back to his room.

Grabbing my tea and a biscuit (not the dog) I head back to mine as well, seeing as everyone's being so social, I should probably carry on with the songs I've started working on. We really want to put out more original music in 2019 and can't do that if we don't have songs. That's logic.