Randy oneshots

7.Roomates and Teen wolf

Rye's pov
I finally got out of that bloody lecture. I wish I hadn't come to uni sometimes, it's boring and I don't get a lot of what we're doing (probably cause I don't pay much attention but that's not the point).
I make my way back to my dorm. As I make my way towards the block I pass a few of my mutual friends aka class buddies. Class buddies for those who don't know is where none of your mates are in your class so whoever you sit next to becomes your friend for that class but you don't really talk outside of that. All you really do if you see them around is smile at them. I walked down the slim corridor that led to my dorm room.

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348 finally. I was so tired and all I wanted to do was just relax. I go to turn the handle but it's locked and I don't have my key. Fuck. I knock on the door and pray that he answers. Sure enough the smug fucker opens the door with a smirk on his face and my keys in his hand. "I was wondering how you planned to get in" he chuckled to which I raised my eyebrows. "You just gonna stand there and tease me or can I come in?" I asked the short blonde. He raised his hands in mock surrender before stepping aside to let me in and closing the door behind him. "Not a good day I take it?" He questioned and I shook my head. "What's up?" He pressed further. "Nothing just tired" I shrugged making my way towards the kettle. He followed me "Ryan don't lie to me" he warned. "Andy how many times have I said to call me Rye?" I sighed turning to face him. "Okay rye-pie - don't lie to me" (aha any TMR fans triggered by that line - Newt😭❤️) he smiled. "Rye pie? Really? Two can play at that game Fovvs" I smirked kinda liking the nickname. "See you think that'll bug me but I like it actually" I roll my eyes playfully before making two cups of tea - I don't need to ask if he wants one: he's British - he does.

"Seriously Rye what's wrong?" My muscles tense as I feel his hand run from my shoulder down to him holding my forearm making me face him. His ocean blue eyes stared into mine. "It's just i'm failing a lot of my classes and I don't even want to be taking these courses,my parents made me, I mean heck I don't even want to be here." I exclaimed. "It's alright, if you need any help you can always ask me" he offered. "Literally all you do is study - do you ever have fun?" I asked him. He chuckled "sometimes. It's just grades are really important to me. A lot of my time is spent on just studying and homework" He looked a little sad. "It doesn't have to be" i whispered huskily. My eyes flicked to his lips before I turned to hand him his tea. "Do you want some help now?" He suggested. I shook my head "I just want to lie down and watch some Netflix, wanna join?" I offered. "I don't know I need to review that chapter for biology" he responded with an unsure tone. "No you don't. Your like the smartest guy here and I'm sure you already know everything about it. You deserve a night to just chill." I tried to reason with him. You could almost see the cogs whirring in his brain debating whether or not to. Eventually he sighed and gave in "Okay one night". "Yess lets go" I cheered.

We were laid on my bed watching teen wolf. He was cuddled into me with his head on my chest watching the screen intently. Whenever something scary happened he jumped a bit and hid his face in my neck causing me to chuckle. We stayed like that for a while just enjoying each other's company and watching Netflix. After a few hours, Andy had fallen asleep - his legs intertwined with my own and his head still on my chest whilst cuddling me like a teddy bear. I turned off teen wolf and put on mock the week until I fell asleep.

The next morning
Andy's pov
I wake up to my alarm making it's annoying ass sound like it does every morning. I reach to turn it off but my arms are stuck. I open my eyes to find myself face to face with Rye. I glance downwards to see my body is tangled with his. He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping. I manage to retract a hand and grab my phone shutting off the blaring alarm. I run my hands through Rye's hair gently whispering his name "Rye. Rye. Ryan, Rye-pie" nothing. "Ryan" I shout and his eyes shoot open before he looks at me confused. After a few seconds he seems to regather his memory as he smiles at me and ruffles my dyed, blond hair. "Morning Fovvs" I grin back at him "morning rye". "What's the time?" He asks. I reach for my phone to see its 7:06. "Just gone 7" I tell him. He groans and pulls me back into him "10 more minuets" I chuckle before agreeing. We lie there for a bit longer, his head on my shoulder and mine in his neck, legs intertwined and torsos presses together. Odd to think yesterday morning we would only really make small talk with each other when we'd see each other in the kitchen or common room and now I'm in his bed... well not quite like that but I'm technically in his bed. He keeps running his hand through my hair and it feels soothing. Every now and then I place small kisses on his neck. I don't know why I do it just feels right.