Roadtrip Oneshots

Jandy, High Sensitivity Person

ManonFowler I'm so sorry! I hope this makes up for it! xx
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Jack

The first time I ever encountered it was when we all still lived at Blair's place.

We had all been chilling on our own bunks, and Brooklyn on the sofa, when a bug flew in through the window, starting skipping off the walls.

I'd ignored it, as did Rye and Mikey, but from the bunk above me I knew Andy was watching it; probably with a vague sense of fascination.

But it was Brook that brought it out. He stood up, his fear of bugs of any kind propelling him to grab a shoe and start to try to kill it.

I heard the bunk above me jolt.

"No! Brook don't kill it!"

Andy's voice caused everyone to look up to see what was happening.

Brook paused, balanced on the sofa, stared at my boyfriend in confusion.

"It's just a bug." He said with a shrug, before he resumed to try to hit it.

"Yeah, and how would you feel if I started hitting you with a shoe to kill you?" Andy quickly fired back.

I got off my bed to check on the state of my boyfriend; scared, unsure, uneasy, frightened.

"Brook... look at him. Clearly it's upsetting him; just don't kill it." I said in a pleading tone.

Brooklyn rolled his eyes, but he did back down. I watched him eye the bug, as if he was ready to run if it came anywhere near him.

For good measure I prized the shoe from his hand and tossed it back where he'd got it from.

I returned back into our room with a glass and some folded paper, proceeded to trap the bug.

"There, you happy?" I said, directed it towards Brook.

He just shrugged and went back to what he had been doing before. I sighed, but turned back to Andy; he looked much calmer.

"Do you want to come outside and let it go?" I asked softly.

With a smile Andy nodded, and climbed down from his bunk. He didn't bother putting shoes on, and we walked down the stairs, and out of the building in silence.

"Here, you do it." I offered Andy the glass.

He took it from me and crouched to the floor, gently sliding the paper away. The bug crawled out slowly, as if unsure, but then it built up the courage.

"It was just a bit lost... it didn't deserve to die." Andy softly said as he watched the bug fly away.

I sank to my knees beside him, wrapped an arm around his waist.

That was the first time.

Everything else pretty much followed on after that, but I could remember the details clear as a bell.

Andy had a sense of knowing how everyone was feeling at any given time.

I remembered when he'd walked into our room after Mikey had just back from a very emotional phone call. I watched him hesitate at the door, bite his lip, and proceeded to sit on Mikey's bunk, the person in question having laid down, facing away from us all.

And instead of just leaving him there, Andy had rubbed his side gently, stayed on the bunk until Mikey started to talk. I had smiled at the sight, I remember.

Within an hour Mikey had perked up a bit, happy enough to engage in friendly conversations with Rye and Brooklyn.

Andy, however, walked right over to my bunk and collapsed onto me, hugging me tight.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Tired."

My boyfriend had been asleep within seconds, much to my amusement. But I couldn't help but think that there was more to his exhaustion that just that; exhaustion. It was like he was drained, but I just held him in my arms, let him sleep it off.

Or instead of coming to me, he would excuse himself, sit in a quiet room for a while. He never wanted people to go with him, and he would give me the word if he wanted company.

Usually I'd get a text about half an hour to an hour later, asking me to come in.

So I did without question, not even flicking the light on; he needed it off, as he had explained to me that first time.

"I need time alone in the dark... I need to feel nothing for a while, and then I'm fine." He had said, and then proceeded to pull me down beside him. He layed on me for a while, my hands running through his hair, until he was sure he was alright.

Andy liked to withdraw, and I learned to keep an eye whenever he did, to make sure he wasn't gone too long, or that he was physically fine when he left.

Moving to the second flat, and even our house, made him even more jumpy than usual. There were sudden noises, loud noises, that he wasn't accustomed too, thing which scared him on a daily basis. After a few months he'd grown used to them, but the first few months were hard. Especially because he wasn't one for change; his sense where bombarded with new stimuli to get used to, just like the noises, and myself and the boys had done our best to make the changes manageable.

My boyfriend had a lower pain tolerance to most, and so something deemed a small injury could be the end of the world to my beautiful Andrew Fowler.

Paper cuts and splinters, stubbing his toes, whacking his shoulders onto the door frames... the pain that he felt was more than double what the rest of us would feel. I know the boys didn't fully understand that, and neither did I, but we did our best to acclimate to it.

But the worst part of it was when disagreements arose within the household. Andy was never one for conflict, and he tried to avoid it as much as he could.

Simply because he gets physically ill during them. The second Brook and Rye would start yelling at each other Andy would cover his ears with his hands.

"Guys... guys stop it! You're upsetting him!" I would say, not yell, because I know it would only make Andy's situation worse.

But they didn't hear me. I locked eyes with Mikey, who stood up and went over to the pair; both of them had been very red in the face.

Before I could turn back to my boyfriend he would always be halfway from the room, sprinting to the nearest bathroom. He would lock himself in his shared bathroom, and I could do nothing but wait for him to come back outside.

In that time I would sing softly, his favourites of course, hesitating when he shuffled from the room, red-eyed and shaking.

I would pull him in for a hug, rock him gently, carry on singing, not to startle him.

It was always a relief when the shouting from the floor below had stopped.

So then I'd take him outside, where I knew he was always dumfounded; he was moved by beauty, no matter what it is.

He had a knack for melodies, and he loved to listen to them, alongside the words that draw those particular melodies together; it was one of the things that inspired him to start singing, he'd told me many years ago.

And he never understood why people didn't see the beauty in the world; the way the sun shines off the grass after it's rained, the way the snow settles light and fluffy, the way the trees encompassed our house, and how the sunrise peered over the treeline, lighting up sections of the ground it could find.

Andy Fowler. My boyfriend. My most prized-possession.

"I love you Jackie." Andy would whisper when the breeze ruffled his hair.

"I love you more."

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