Information: A schoolclass, including Andy and Jack, Rye, Brooklyn and Mikey are going on a trip to Paris. There is a lot more that happens than originally planned.
Warning: mentions of puke
Andy's POV:
I wake up to an annoyingly familiar sound. I reach over to the nightstand, before I turn off my alarm, and pull back my covers. I sigh, and rub my eyes, before I look over to the side. Rye is sound asleep, on his belly, snoring lightly, his face exposed to a stripe of sunlight peeking through the window. I step out of bed, only to jump back on it again in a reflex. Oh. My god. Next to Rye's bed is a little puddle of puke.
I groan, before I carefully step around it, to reach over Rye to the curtain. I sure hope he doesn't wake up now. I open it, the whole room now illuminated by Parisian sun. Rye's face lays peacefully upon the pillow, the little innocent bastard he is in his sleep. I crouch beside his bed.
I shake his shoulder softly, calling out his name.
'Rye? Rye, wake up. We gotta get ready for the city tour.'
Not a twitch. Not even a little sense of consciousness portrays itself in the figure in front of me.
Okay, forget it. This asshole is not going to be the reason I am late. I take my stuff to the bathroom, just in case he wakes up. I get changed, and do my hair. The bed squeaks as I sit down on it to put on my shoes. A notif comes in.
Jackieboi: Brekkie at half?
Me: Yeh man
I check the time. 8:20. Okay, I'll try once more to wake him up nicely, I tell myself.
Once again, I walk to his bed, avoiding the puddle. A little bit louder this time, I call for him.
'Rye. C'mon man, you wanna have me be late?' I ask him, a little bit agitated now. Again, no movement from Rye.
I tried to be nice, I assure myself, grabbing my phone from my pocket. I go to my alarm, putting it on full volume next to his ear. I know, I'm an asshole.
Within second, he is up.
'What the hell man?' he groans , slapping the phone away from his face. His face quickly turns into confusion, as he sees me.
'Whe- wha-.' He stutters, scratching the back of his neck.
'Yeah, okay, Here's a little update for you. Nice to meet you, I'm Andy, you're Rye, you've slept at mines tonight because Jack felt the need to hook up with your mate.' I bluntly throw at him, slightly irritated.
A grin appears on his face. 'Is that so? Brook got game?' He says looking down at the ground, finally noticing the puddle.
'Ah shit. ' He chuckles, not really seeming to be bothered by it.
'So Andy, where are we going?' He asks, while busy straightening out his sheets, before manoeuvring himself past me and then the puddle, brushing my chest with his arm in the process.
I squint at him. I wonder why he is not hungover. Seeing the state he was in last night, he's lucky he didn't wake up in a hospital this morning.
'Breakfast at 8:30.' I Tell him, turning my head towards the wall quickly, as Rye starts to undress himself suddenly.
'Yeah mate, you can turn around again.' He says after a minute, as I hear him go into the bathroom.
At 8:27, we take the elevator downstairs, and walk into the breakfast area.
