Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)

| twenty nine |

"Alright, i know you're all in love and shit, or whatever but i haven't had an actual conversation with either of you since you admitted you liked each other..." Andy frowned.

"Well, deal with it," Rye mumbled, not even bothering to pull away from Jack's lips as the two of them lay on the couch.

Andy groaned and stomped over to the fridge, grabbing the milk to make himself a bowl of cereal. He had to ignore the slight moans from the boys on the couch as he filled up his bowl, and went up to his bedroom to eat it.

It wasn't long however, until the moans followed him upstairs, and Rye's bedroom door slammed shut.

Andy rolled his eyes as heard it, and looked up at his door when Mikey walked in, "they're too loud."

"Tell me about it," Andy rolled his eyes.

Mikey let out a chuckle, "i don't think they ever stop..."

Then there was a crash. They stopped.

Andy and Mikey frowned at each other, "do we check on them?"

"I don't know..."

Then they heard Brooklyn's footsteps run toward Rye's room and decided to follow him. The three of them, however, couldn't hold back their laughter when they realised what had happened.

Jack was hanging over the edge of the bed, face hall full of shock and half amusement, and Rye...

Well, Ryan was on the floor. Clutching his shoulder as he slowly sat up, he glared at Jack, "what the fuck?!"

"That wasn't my fault!" Jack said, trying to hold back a laugh.

"You pushed me, you dickhead!"

"Not on purpose," Jack frowned.

"You said you were gonna push me off the bed, you fucking-"

"Rye?" Mikey cut him off, leaning down to him.

Andy and Brooklyn left them to it as Mikey helped Ryan up. Jack jumped down from the bed, "I'm sorry, okay?"

Rye just glared at him, though Mikey glared at Rye, "grow up."

"That looks sore," Jack mumbled, seeing the bruising already showing on Rye's shoulder.

"It feels it too," Rye muttered between gritted teeth.

"It looks like it could be broken, or at least sprained or something..." Mikey frowned, reaching out to touch it.

"Don't even think about touching it," Rye glared.

"I'd go to the hospital if I were you," Jack said slowly.

"Well, you're not," Rye said, grabbing his t-shirt and storming out.

They both followed him, and Mikey raised a brow, "if you put your shirt on without hurting your arm, you don't have to go to the hospital. Deal?"

Rye bit his lip and nodded, "fine."

"Now, Ryan," Jack frowned.

And that's how the three boys ended up in a hospital waiting room, Jack had made Rye a makeshift sling out of his t-shirt. "This is gonna be fun to explain to the doctor," Jack chuckled.

"What do you mean?"

"How did you hurt your shoulder? Oh I just fell off my seven-foot-high bed..."

"Good point..."