Moves Apart (Rye Beaumont Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Rye: "Nice set of pipes belleza obstinada."
Abrial: "What?"
Rye: "Oh nothing, a new nickname for you."
Abrial: "Oh yeah? What does it mean?"
Rye: "Well that's something you will never know."
Abrial: "Right then, nickname time for you!"
Rye: "Go on."
Abrial: "Misterio."
Rye: "You speak Spanish?"
Abrial: "Si! My Mum was Spanish, before she dies, she taught me."
Rye: "Sorry."
Abrial: "Nah it was ages ago...never really spoke about it to anyone."
Rye: "Speak to me."
Abrial: "She died happy...after my Dad died, she was never the same, she was finally at peace."
Rye: "When did she die?"
Abrial: "I was nine...put in the system after that...oh well, enough sob stories, what about you?"
Rye: "I lived there for a while when I was little."
Abrial: "It's an amazing place, I've always wanted to go."
Rye: "Why haven't you?"
Abrial: "In case you haven't realised, you are driving me to a crappy flat on a rough estate. I'm not exactly in the financial state to afford to go to Spain...we're here!"
He stops the car, pulling into the car park.
Rye: "I guess this is bye then."
Abrial: "I guess, until tomorrow anyway...do you want to come in for a minute? I would feel sly not inviting you in after you have just drove me here."
Rye: "Sure!"

We walk inside my flat.
Rye: "Cute little place."
Abrial: "Don't lie, it's not great but to me it's just a place to sleep."
Rye: "Why are you never home?"
Abrial: "I work three jobs to be able to pay my bills, I don't exactly have or want the luxury of decorating it."
Rye: "I thought you are a dancer?"
Abrial: "I am but being a dancer doesn't pay the bills, I do. Karolina sure doesn't. I pay for our flat, she doesn't even have one job! I have to rent the studio out, pay for electricity and water, all she does is sit at home bashing off you guys."
Rye: "So that's why you are so sensitive about her love for us."
Abrial: "I guess."
Rye: "And the only time you have to yourself to pursue what you love, you can't do it because of us."
Abrial: "Exactly, it's nothing personal, I don't even know you...sorry for being a bitch though, you could genuinely be okay people."
Rye: "Nah it's fine, I get it...we are though, genuinely nice people that is. We honestly don't mean to disrupt it's just we don't like doing it at the house because I don't know we just don't."
Abrial: "Do you want a cuppa?"
Rye: "If you're offering."
I start the kettle.
Abrial: "Do you want anything to eat?"
Rye: "Nah, I'm good. So, what are these mystery jobs you do then?"
Abrial: "I work in a bar down the street on weekends, a restaurant Monday and Friday night and all of Tuesday I am an assistant for an asshole."
Rye: "Woah, that's a lot...I guess we're lucky really, we work hard and that but we have a lot of days off and time to chill."
Abrial: "But it's not that easy still. You had to start somewhere, probably broke and small. Build your way up and you can't exactly do anything that a normal person could do without someone recognising you."
Rye: "True."
Abrial: "Do you ever wish things were different?"
Rye: "No! I love what I do and I love all of our fans and all of the people who support us. Plus I have made some mates that are now like brothers to me! What about you?"
Abrial: "More than you could understand. I hate this crappy apartment, with my crappy jobs and my crappy roommate, as much as I love her."
Rye: "Then why are you in this situation?"
Abrial: "You think I'm here by choice?"
I laugh.
Abrial: "To be honest, I guess I am."
Rye: "What do you mean?"
He edges closer to me.
Abrial: "I had a future, till I didn't."
I edge closer to him.
Rye: "It's not about the past. It's about the future. Any situation can change if you take a risk."
Our faces are inches apart.
Abrial: "And what decision is that?"
He cups my face and kisses me. I stand there at first but then I kiss back. It lasts for a while. It's passionate. I get butterflies in my stomach. We break apart laughing. He kisses me again, this time shorter. The kisses start to get rough and playful as he pins me against the wall. I take off his shirt and his hands start to slide up mine. He pulls it off and starts to move down my neck.
Abrial: "Wait."