Randy oneshots

5. Flower crown

A/n this is what you spend a revision tutor session writing

Andy's pov
I was walking through the deserted corridor, having been let out five minuets early with the rest of my class. I was heading towards Brook and Rye's class. I'd had a really good day. I was wearing some black skinny jeans, a red t shirt, my patch denim jacket which is a little bit big on me accompanied with a flower crown cause it's summer, why not? And some white nail varnish. My mates are Brook, Rye, Mikey, Jack and Harvey. I kinda have a small crush on Rye so when he complimented my outfit I practically died.

Flashback to earlier that day
I walked up to my mates who were all sat around a bench in the gardens. 'Hey guys' I greeted them. 'Hey Andy' I got a chorus back as a response. 'I love your outfit Fovvs' Rye smiled, looking at me from head to toe. 'Really?' I asked, almost not believing what I'd heard. A lot of guys (and girls for that matter) don't like that I paint my nails and sometimes wear things that are a bit girly. The fact that Rye did kinda shocked me. 'Yeah' he answered, walking towards me till he was centimetres away from my face. 'It's cute' he finished his sentence, causing me to blush furiously. 'Thanks' I said, staring at my feet. 'Hey' He continued. 'Lift your head up princess, your tiaras falling' he whispers, using his fingers to tilt my head up and his other hand to re adjust my flower crown sat atop of my head. I look him in his deep, chocolate eyes. I grinned 'who's Instagram page did you get that off?' I tease. 'Look that's not the point, it's not the point Brian!' He laughed. Causing me to smile even more. I don't know why he doesn't like his laugh. It's adorable. The bell rings signalling we have to go to tutor (homeroom/registration/form whatever you call it). 'Let's go princess' he smirks and I lightly nudge him. 'Don't call me that' I smile. 'Whatever you say Fovvs' he smiled shaking his head.

Welcome back to the present
(No you selfish there ain't any presents for you it's just been Christmas pipe down)
Just as I was smiling, recounting the moment once more, the double doors connecting to the hallway burst open and two, booming laughs filled the air. It was Chad and Brett. Upon seeing me they immediately stopped laughing. Scanning me up and down in disgust. 'Well if it isn't Andy Fowler' Chad spat in disgust. 'What's with the flowers?' Brett laughed, snatching my flower crown off my head. 'Give it back mate' I complained, I'd been having a really good day and I didn't want them to ruin it. 'Ugh, Don't call me mate. I'm not your mate! Why would I ever be mates with a gay boy like you?' He asked, Chad laughed along with him. I could feel tears coming to my eyes as I mumbled out 'I'm not gay'. They snickered. 'Oh come off it Fowler. Your jacket, your nails painted and your pretty flower crown. You expect us to believe your not gay' Brett questioned in a mocking tone. 'I don't expect you to no, but I'm telling you I am' I said, a bit louder this time. 'Oooh someone's getting angry' Chad giggled in a baby voice. 'Just give me back my fucking flower crown!' I yell going towards Brett and hitting him out of frustration.

He reeled back holding his face. 'You little shit!' He shouted in disbelief. 'Get him' he told Chad. The next thing I know I'm pinned to the ground, my jackets been taken off me and I'm getting hit in the face, kicked in the stomach, punched in the gut and more. I pleaded for them to stop but they just wouldn't 'this is what you get gayboy!' Brett told me. But the sound was like whispers over the pain.

Next thing I knew I heard someone shout. 'HEY! What the fuck are you doing?! Get off him' they bellowed. I felt my arms loosened from Brett's grip and soon after the kicks stopped. Well they stopped for me at least. I opened my eyes to see the one and only Rye Beaumont beating both of them up. Chad took his opportunity to run off but Brett was pressed against the wall in Rye's vice like, grip. 'If I ever see you so much as look at Andy Fowler ever again I will make it my personal mission to end you do you understand?!' Rye yelled, earning a shaky nod from Brett. Rye then let go of both his arms and Brett chuckled. 'Something funny?' Rye shouted. 'You've really got a thing for him don't you? I mean you wouldn't risk this level of sanctions for anyone, no. You must really care about him, always knew you were gay Beaumont and know I see it's true! And with Andy Fowler of all peop-' he got cut off by Rye throwing yet another punch straight to his face.