On a Friday afternoon before boxing, Andy's mind was somewhere else completely. He drove aimlessly around the city not paying attention to where he was going. Every building was just like the one before. He had no reconciliation of what was happening.
A few short minutes later, he ended in a parking lot near the park where he and Rye met. He looked around for any sign of life outside him and his car, but saw nothing. He was the only one there. His car looked out of place in the empty lot.
He bit his lip in contemplation before just hoping out of the car. He let his eyes scan over the place until they landed on a decaying bench. The same one they sat on. Rye was so obviously anxious, with the way he bounced his leg and his head turning at every noise heard in the distance.
Rye was adorable in the way he moved. The thought that he can make the heart of another flutter that way it did, made him smile.
Now when he thinks back to it, he doesn't think it was himself who made rye anxious, but his assignment that did.
He moved on from the creaky bench and walked around the park. He walked in the plush grass to the trail he and Rye followed before. The trail was brown with dirt and rocks. The rocks crackled underneath his freshly white adidas sneakers, just like it did the night they met.
The sky was starting to turn diffrent hues of yellows and pinks, causing Andy to stop in his tracks. He pulled out a phone a snapped a picture of the beautiful sky, immediately going to Ryes contact after. His fingers hovered against the keyboard before he just turned off his phone. No matter how strong Ryes love for sunsets may be, Andy was trying to get over him. And texting Rye would do the exact opposite.
Andy found a nice place by a shady tree and sat by its trunk. He pulled his legs up to his chest and spoke softly to himself.
"I hate myself. I have myself for coming to this stupid park the first time. I hate myself for meeting Rye. I hate myself for walking with Rye. I hate myself for kissing Rye. I hate myself for continuing to talk to Rye after our first date, why was I so stupid? I hate myself for getting Chinese food. I hate myself for going to his house. I hate myself for getting so scared at the first five minutes of a movie. I hate myself for sleeping with Rye. I hate myself for staying the night. I hate myself for not letting Rye shoot me, because if he had, he wouldn't have been in pain for the last three months. But most of all, I hate Ryan Beaumont."
Andy wiped the tears from under his eyes and continued to talk.
"But how can I hate someone I love? I love how nervous he gets every time we see each other. I love his little child tendencies. I love the way he would swing our hands when we walked. I loved that when we kissed, he made me feel like the most important person in the world. I love when he laughs, he makes me laugh. I love that he is ok with my stupid little fears. I love that he still text me to make sure I'm alright, even thought I've been a dick to him."
Andy slowly started to get up and dusted off the bottom of his skin tight jeans. The more Andy thought about it, why was it such a bad thing to love Rye. They had there ups and downs, but doesn't everyone?
A/N
Once again I forgot it was Monday. But hey. I remember now. Anyone have any ideas what might be going on in Ryes head?????
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