Randy||bxb||Roadtrip Oneshots

Roommates and Roses

Relationship status: roommates + Andy has a girlfriend
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Rye's POV.
I was tired and sweaty after a long day in the cafe, everything had been so stressful. The cafe had been jampacked all day, and there wasn't a moment to clean up and prepare so everything was a mess with constant and impatient customers. I was so happy I opened shop, because that means that I wouldn't have to stay and clean the shop that looked like a bolt of lightning had stuck inside; there was coffee, dirty dishes, and disregarded receipts everywhere.

Nevertheless, I had picked up a bouquet of blue roses on my way home. For Fovvs, of course, I wouldn't be so happy to help after a day like this - a day where my legs ached for standing since opening, a day where it felt like a permanent layer of flour had laid down on the roots of my hair - for anyone else but Andy, Fovvs, my roommate of three years. Undoubtedly, one of my best mates, if not the best. And today his mum was visiting for dinner. I, obviously, agreed to help even before he could ask.

My bed was tempting when I could see the door to my room, a place that might swallow me whole if I tried hard enough. However, I had to tidy up the mess that littered our flat.

Out flat had two bedrooms and a large room that served as a kitchen, living room, and dining room all in one. It was better than our previous place that felt like a shoebox, at least I could breathe in this apartment.

"Fovvs, you home?" He hadn't told me any plans for the day, but he had obviously been out or busy since the flat still was a mess.

"Yeah, in my room," I put my bag outside of my room and headed over to Andy's room roses in hand.

I opened the door considering we already had started a conversation. Andy's room didn't look any better than the rest of the flat, clothes everywhere, printed lyric and guitar tab sheets were spread around on his table. The man in question, sat on his bed, phone in hand, leaning on the headboard.

"What's up?" He then opens his arms for me to fall into, not unwelcome or uncommon as we're both rather affectionate. I quickly do as asked, putting the bouquet down on his desk and go to wrap my arms around his waist and I lie on his legs.

"I got your flowers," waving a hand dismissively in their general direction. "I'm gonna tidy up a bit and then shower, I'm just so sleepy."

"Ah, thank you, babe, that means a lot. Are you sure you're up to it, you really shouldn't have to help it's my mum after all." I could practically hear the soft smile and guilt in his soft voice.

"You're right, I claim your mother," I tug him ever closer, burying my face in his soft hoodie before his fingers find their way to my hair, that is dry and greasy simultaneously after the nine-hour-long shift. "You don't deserve her, she's mine now."

I can tell he is more at ease from his light chuckle. After three years of living together, understanding him is like reading a book for the millionth time, hardly seeing anything new, knowing precisely what it will say and being able to skip words because you love the story and you just want to hurry up and reread it already.

"Andy, what's going on?" I couldn't say I had heard this voice before, it was clearly female and she sounded confused and hurt. I don't like hurting people, but I couldn't figure out at this moment - when my brain felt like a brick connected to the rest of my body by the neck - what was wrong.

"Kara, I swear nothing is going on, this is just my flatmate," at this point, I had come out of the pool that was Fovvs' hoodie, just turning my head ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of the woman in the doorway. She, Kara apparently, had big brown hair and dark eyes, she looked as of she had frozen in the door, almost as she had seen something illegal.

"Don't worry you can have him back, I have to start cleaning here anyway," the look Andy sent me was apologetic and something that I couldn't read, it was as if the author had decided to add an entirely new paragraph to your favourite book, you just don't recognise it all. You don't have an opinion on it, it's just new and strange. I hide my confusion with a reassuring smile.

I hop out of bed and grab the bouquet of the table. I turn towards the door, smiling at Kara as I pass her. The smile I receive back could not have been any more fake and rushed, because suddenly her face died and became stone again.

I didn't like leaving my favourite story at my favourite part. I detested it, even more, to leave it to someone else. It wasn't like sharing a great book with others hoping they would love it as much as you, but rather, leaving your diary open for someone to read.

My smile was as fake as Kara's when I closed the door and watched her take the space I had occupied up until now.

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Hi, sorry I updated so late, I kind of forgot that it was Saturday. So here's a shorter(and slightly rushed) one-shot. Anyways, I hope you liked it and enjoyed writing it even if I was stressed! I'm currently drowning in school work, so I hope I can continue updating once a week.

Stay strong! Stay safe!

Jo xx