Randy||bxb||Roadtrip Oneshots

But you (pt.2 of Anti Everything)

pt. 2 of Anti Everything
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Okay so maybe not everything. On Andy's list of things he tolerated was school, his friends, Harry Potter and skittles. The list of things he loved was shorter but way more important, the way the moon shone down on Earth, his mother, and Rye. These things he wouldn't just enjoy quickly because he had nothing better or he secretly sometimes liked the company of his (in his words) very cheerful friends.

Life had changed, he hadn't changed much; he still preferred to not unnecessarily speak unless it was with a certain someone. He did, however, find himself more open to listening to other people's interest, some (way)more intriguing than others.

Rye, on the other hand, had found himself really enjoying the silence more than he ever thought he would. Lying next to Andy in the middle of the park, looking up into the darkness that was littered with stars and that light globe that was brighter than any other object in the night sky. Sometimes listening to his love explaining how stars formed and different theories about the possibility of living on one of Jupiter's moons. Rye found himself concentrating more on his voice than the facts Andy was spitting out.

That soon became a tradition, they would go out to the park on the night of the full moon. Maybe not a tradition, because they never declared it, it was more of a habit. Andy had hated routines and how easily people fell into habits with his entire soul but found himself loving their natural and content dynamic more than anything. The way Rye's thumb rubbed over the back of his hand was comforting - just a reminder that he loved the older boy.

Rye's annoying(adorable) way of exaggeratedly rolling over Andy to get in bed next to the blond by the end of the day. He would never admit that he did it to feel Andy's chuckle vibrate through him. There was something so intimate and sweet about not only hearing the laugh but also feeling it.

The way Andy's hand would find his way to Rye's hair in any and every situation, gently playing with it absentmindedly. Loving the way the soft curly locks felt in his hands which were considerably smaller than his partner's.

God, did Rye love those hands. They were so soft, sometimes manicured and other times littered with doodles of flowers, small characters and his to-do list. Because if it weren't his phone, his guitar, or attached to him, he would inevitably lose it. Leaving Rye to always observe him as he put things away; checking around one last time before they left any room; or, just reminding him of the things he had to do. Andy really didn't mind having the slightly more organised soul helping him.

What had changed the most was how they both relied on the other to make their day better, by finding their own way of loving.

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Hey, I hope you enjoyed this bow to my last OS, I just wanted to wrap things up, and I wanted to write pure fluff. I'm really sorry it's so short, I've been so busy. Hopefully, this was okay.

Have a good weekend,
Jo xx