Roadtrip Imagines

I Love You | Brandy

"But Fovvs, I really don't wanna walk anymore!" Brooklyn whined, dragging his heels even deeper into the grass as Andy tugged him along, no longer bothering to pause and try and encourage Brook that the walk would be worth it in the end.

"C'mon, Brookie. Stop whining. We've barely been walking fifteen minutes," Andy reasoned, "and we really are almost there this time."

Andy carried on walking a short while, before abruptly stopping and whirling round on himself. Without realising immediately, Brooklyn had stopped walking and quite literally thrown himself onto the ground. Andy had to bite his cheek to stop the giggles from escaping, Brooklyn looked quite adorable, although Andy would never admit it to anyone other than his subconscious. Plus, he reasoned, as the metallic taste of blood hit his tongue from where he had nipped too hard, he knew he would give in to Brooklyn's ridiculous behaviour and then Brook would never get to see where Andy was taking him.

And, Andy reasoned, he'd loose his courage and hold off telling Brooklyn how he really felt. Again.

Andy had discovered that unrequited love wasn't fun. He'd discovered thatfrom an early age, harbouring deep, meaningful crushes on boys and girls from his past that had took up so much time during his teenage years but now paled to the insignificant when he thought about his feelings for Brooklyn. He'd known he was in trouble the second Brooklyn started his trial, back in Blair's flat where they'd all stayed, cramped in that tiny room, sharing beds, clothes and body heat. He'd known it was more than a crush, that it may even be love, during the whispered conversations the pair had shared in the middle of the night, starting when Andy had discovered Brook silently sobbing into his pillow, desperately trying to not wake any of the others up. Andy had all but dragged the younger boy into his bunk and held him as the sobs took over his body, leading to a chat about Andy's favourite childhood memories. It soon became a regular occurrence, Andy often discovering Brooklyn tucked up in his bunk, Pikachu pillow clutched to his chest, as the two talked about their hopes, fears, dreams for the future and everything else they could think of. Andy treasured the conversations more than anything else, they were Brook at his most raw, the truest version of himself he could possibly be.

Shaking himself from his memories, Andy marched back to where his companion laid, and stood, hands on hips, staring at him. Blue eyes locked with hazel ones and Andy had to ignore the butterflies that suddenly invaded his stomach.

"Really Brooklyn?" he questioned, trying his hardest to sound like the authoritative person the band needed him to be. It's tricky to sound authoritative when you've got a beautiful boy, whose face quite literally makes your heart do that silly flippy thing you read about in books, staring up at you, pouting like you've just stolen his haribo from him.

"Don't wanna walk, Fovvs. You know I hate walking," Brooklyn replied, making no movement to get back up and rejoin Andy, "especially when you won't tell me where we're going."

"Fine," Andy responded and Brooklyn smiled, thinking he'd won. Hence the yelp of surprise that left his lips when Brooklyn discovered himself being picked up and manoeuvred onto Andy's back as if he were a toddler.

"If you're gonna act like a child, I'm going to treat you like a child. Now shush."

Brooklyn buried his face into the back of Andy's neck, deeply inhaling the scent of the boy who he loved but knew he would never be able to call his own. Boys like Andy didn't love boys like Brooklyn, boys who were too loud, too annoying, too anything, to be treated as anything but their younger brother. He nuzzled closer, fighting the urge to press his lips to the soft, often-hidden skin that he suddenly had access to, before pulling away and looking around at where Andy was walking with renewed determination. He had a vague recollection as to where they were, thinking that the band must have filmed a cover here in the past, before it dawned on him that Andy was about to start walking up a hill, whilst carrying Brooklyn on his back. Andy, the asthmatic.

"Fovvs." No response.

"Fovvs." Still nothing.

"Andy." Brook rarely used Andy's actual name unless he was being deadly serious, an uncommon occurrence, so hearing the word brought Andy to a sharp stop.

"Don't carry me up this hill. I'll walk. I'll stop being a child. Don't have an asthma attack on behalf of my lazy arse," he joked, sliding down and strolling side-by-side with Andy in a comfortable silence, glancing over every so often and shoving his hands in his pockets to fight the desire to brush the blonde hair from Andy's eyes.

"We're here," Andy whispered, grabbing Brook's hand and pulling him to stand directly by his side.

"Bloody hell, Fovvs. You can see everything from here. When did you discover this?"

"Rye and I found it on one of our adventures ages ago. I thought you might like it," Andy responded, sounding almost shy as he glanced over at Brooklyn, whose features somehow became even more beautiful as they were bathed in the golden light from the sunset. He turned to face the town that sprawled down beneath the hill before Brooklyn caught him staring and questioned his prying eyes. Brooklyn smiled, feeling the weight of Andy's stare but not wanting to acknowledge it just yet, instead swallowing down the bittersweet feeling bubbling inside him. Sure, Andy had brought him here, alone, but this was also no doubt his and Rye's hiding place, far away from prying eyes.

"I love it, mate. It's amazing. Thank you."

The pair stood in silence, just staring down at the houses in front of them. Occasionally one would point out places like the Asda they often were kicked out of, the playground they often messed around in after dark and the block of flats that they were ninety-nine percent sure was theirs, but it's hard to distinguish your home when the building is surrounded by several carbon copies of the other. Andy wasn't going to say anything, he decided. It was too risky. Brook didn't love him and probably never would. That was something he'd have to learn to accept. But then Brook smiled and ran his hand through his slightly untamed hair and it unlocked something in Andy, and before he could stop himself, his mouth opened and words fell out completely unscripted.

"I love you, Brook. Not just as a mate. Like real, properly, deeply in love with you. I love your laugh, your smile, your energy. I love your secrets and the fact that you trust me enough to share them with me. I love how you see the good in everyone. I love the way you sing, I love the way you dance. I love every single thing about you, Brooklyn. And I can't go another day without telling you. I need you to know, even though you don't feel the same way. I h-" Andy couldn't comprehend at first that Brooklyn was kissing him. And not in the way that they'd kissed before, innocent pecks on the lips that had been a regular thing for all the band mates. No, this was a totally different kiss. This was the kind of kiss that sent fireworks off in your head, a kiss with intention. The pressure behind it was sending Andy messages he wasn't sure were true. It was telling him that Brooklyn felt the same as Andy, that Brooklyn loved him too. Andy felt his hip tingling where Brook's hand lay, gently gripping and kneading as Brook's tongue slowly pushed its way into his mouth, a faint taste of mint echoing between the two as their tongue's battled for dominance. Brooklyn slowly pulled away with a smile, leaning back in to gently peck Andy's slightly swollen lips before drawing back to speak.

"I love you too, And. Always have, always will."

So, this is my first piece of writing in a long time. Hope you enjoyed it! My requests are open, but updates will be slow cos I'm busy and sometimes lazy. Heh.