Roadtrip oneshots (boy x boy)

~ Soulmates pt.2 ~

*TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND HOMOPHOBIA*

NONE OF THESE OPINIONS ARE MINE AND SOME OF IT WAS REALLY HARD TO WRITE BUT LETS BE HONEST WHEN HAVE MY STORIES EVER BEEN STRAIGHT FORWARD

ALSO I DIDNT REALISE HOW LONG THIS WAS SORRY LOL

"Andy.. Why does your wrist say Ryan?"

"It's ok, You don't have to love me"

RYE'S POV:

That was one month ago today, and now Andy and I are about to go for a meal to celebrate our anniversary but he doesn't know it yet. I've managed to convince him we're going to the cinema to watch Endgame for the fifty millionth time but I told him to wear jeans and a nice top. I'm pretty sure he's suspicious because who wouldn't be when their boyfriend asks them to overdress for a film on their anniversary but oh well. I know he'll love the surprise because we're soulmates and we love each other and that's just how it works.

Actually, that's what I wish was happening right now but unfortunately it's not. I'm sorry for lying to you, I just really wanted to be able to tell you some good news. So, I wasn't lying about how long its been since that day, it has been a month, but we didn't exactly get together or anything like that, in fact what actually happened is probably the complete opposite. Maybe I should start from that day. Yeah, don't get your hopes up.

"Andy.. Why does your wrist say Ryan?"

"It's ok, You don't have to love me"

And then he dropped my arm from his grasp and ran from my room, by the time I composed myself and started to chase after him he was already hidden somewhere in the house. I checked his room first and then of course the kitchen and the cinema room, before asking the boys if any of them had seen him. That's when I heard the front door slam shut and from the window I caught the back of him running from the house with a bag on his back.

We didn't see him for another week after that and we would have been worried sick if we hadn't been sent a text from Blair saying Andy was staying with his family for a while. Even after he returned though, he came in during the early hours of the morning through Brook's open window so that none of us knew he was back and couldn't ask him any questions. No one even realised he was home until I went into his room the next day to steal one of his hoodies and saw him curled up in his reading corner. I had so many questions for the boy who broke my heart but he looked about as exhausted as I felt, so I just covered him with a blanket and placed a light kiss on his forehead before leaving his room quietly to tell the boys he was back.

He didn't end up leaving his room that day, or the day after and he probably wouldn't have left the day after that either if it wasn't for me barging into his room with a plate of waffles and violently shaking him awake at ten in the morning. If I thought he'd looked exhausted that first day though, I don't even know what to call what he looked like now. It was terrifying.

His hair was slick with grease and sweat and stuck flat on his forehead, clearly overgrown and covering most of his eyes. His eyes themselves were sunken deep into his face and surrounded by dark eye bags, the whites of his eyes bloodshot and cloudy. His mouth was set in a hard line and his lips were cracked and chapped, bitten raw. His cheeks were also littered with scratches and tiny half crescent moons. He looked horrible.

As soon as he looked fully awake and had registered that I was in front of him and in fact knew he was home, he went to open his mouth to speak, but before he could I was lunging forwards to envelope him in a hug.