Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)

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The three of them left the hospital in laughter; the doctors face when they'd told him what happened was brilliant.

He did however, tell Ryan off - and Jack - for not being careful. Mikey just sat back and chuckled at the sheepish looks on their faces.

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"Whatcha filming?" Rye asked Mikey, hopping into view of the camera.

"I'm live," he chuckled, looking at Rye's sling in the screen, "how's your shoulder?"

"Sore," Rye pouted.

"It finally happened guys, Rye fell off his bed."

"I was pushed!"

Mikey raised a brow, knowing that Rye didn't want anyone to know about him and Jack, but figured he'd test him, "who pushed you?"

"Ja-uh-a-Andy..." he stuttered.

"Good one!" Mikey laughed, earning a glare.

"Shut up," he mumbled, then looked into the camera, "it was Mikey really."

"He said Jack," Rye read out, "Jack was the first to come to my head because I just walked past him, I was trying to get Mike out of trouble!"

"That's exactly what happened," Mikey nodded slowly, with no expression.

Rye glared at him, "you're a dick."

Mikey smirked, "it's not my fault I pushed you off your bed!"

He just glared, going to grab a drink from the fridge.

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"Why are all our instagram tagged pictures shipping me and Ryan?" Jack raised a brow at Mikey, knowing he'd been live.

Mikey shrugged. Jack glared at him, "Mike, what did you do?!"

"Nothing!"

Jack let it go, continuing his scroll through instagram before posting a story; "guys, I am about to go live! About two minutes, come say hi! Be there or be square!"

He went up to his bedroom and started the live stream, "hey guys!"

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"Okay, I've been ignoring them, but 90% of these comments have been about Rye, Rye and I don't get on and never have," he chuckled, "so you don't need to ship us, guys, please!"

"Rye said you were in his bed," he read out, and his brow cocked up, "what?! He lied."

"He said you pushed him off his bed," he read, scrolling through, "he slipped up and then tried to blame Andy and Mikey."

"I can assure you guys that nothing is going on between me and Rye, okay?" he sighed, ready to kill Ryan, "and it never will."

He ended the live after another ten minutes or so, and went to knock on Rye's door.

"Come in?!"

"What the fuck?!"

"Shit," Rye bit his lip, "uh..."