When Brooklyn and jack left the room, and closed the door, Ryan lay down on the bed with his hand under his head. He stared at Andy and Andy stared back. Andy, who was still sitting on the bed, bend over Ryan and kissed him. This time it wasn't quick but long and they both closed their eyes. Ryan slowly opens his mouth a little and so did Andy, their tongues first quickly came in and out but then they started twisting around each other. Ryan grabbed Andy by his waist and pushed him against the bed so now Andy was laying on the bed and Ryan was from his chest till his head laying on Andy. Ryan pulled Andy's shirt higher so now Andy's chest wasn't covered, but then Ryan stopped. 'Andy...' He said with a caring voice.
Andy: 'What? Did I do something wrong?' He said with a scared voice.
Ryan: 'No, well not in the way you think.'
Andy looked confused at him and gently pushed Ryan of him so they could both sit on the bed. Andy's shirt fell back down and now his chest was covered again.
Ryan: 'Andy... I could literally feel every single bone of your ribs...'
Andy swallowed and looked away.
Ryan: 'Please Andy talk to me... this is not okay..'
Andy: 'I know but you can't say anything about that.' His voice raises a little but still looked down.
Ryan: 'Do you mean...'
Andy: 'Yes that's exactly what I mean. I'm sorry rye but you caused this...'
Ryan closed his eyes and his face turned white. 'I'm so sorry Andy, I know it's my fault but we're not in that phase anymore. And I never meant what I said to make you think about yourself like that.'
Andy started to get a bit angry: 'Ryan you don't get it do you? It's not something I can just get out of my mind and leave it for what it was. It's fucking part of my life now, deal with it or leave. You don't even know what you said what caused this ok so just stop....'
Ryan stammered but had no idea what to say.
Andy felt a bit guilty for saying that and wanted to apologize but just before Andy opens his mouth Ryan said: 'Look Andy it might be my fault that you HAD it but not that you HAVE it. I don't think you're fat, you are! Then how the fuck is this still my fault!'
Andy eyes were red and filled with tears. He looked at Ryan who immediately felt really guilty for what he said but before he could say, hug or kiss him Andy came of the bed and yelled at Ryan: 'You know what! Fuck you ryan Beaumont!' Then he stormed out of the room not noticing Ryan's face was wet of tears too. Ryan let himself fall back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. How could he be so stupid to start about that. He didn't wanted to feel him like shit he just cared about him.
When Andy came outside he realized his mom wasn't able to take him home and Mikey had probably already left.Andy's POV:
Well this is great, now I'm not even able to go home. Fuck. I sauntered a little towards the way of my house but realized I was never going to make it before dark. So instead i walked back to the hospital to ask my mom to bring me home after she's done with her shift. When i made it to the front of the hospital i looked up. Ryan staring out of the window, but looked forward so he didn't saw me. Even from this distance I could see he was crying. Really, now he's crying, well that's great, just great. On my way to my mom I needed to go past Ryan's room. When I almost got there I looked around the corner, he was still staring out of the window. I quickly walked past his room too my mom, who was busy in a surgery so I waited outside. I sat on a chair close too the room. Ryan only needed to go outside and he could see me, if he looked to his right of course. Something in me really hoped he would go out and see me. At one point I actually just wanted to go back but I needed to make my point. When I started thinking about it I realized I didn't really had a point. What was my point? He shouldn't be caring about the fact that it's not going really good with me? That's a shitty point. Just when I stood up to go to Ryan my mom walked out of the room. She was done with the surgery and asked what Andy wanted from her. 'Could you bring me home when your done?' Andy asked.
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Fanfiction'You really think he likes me?' 'No.' 'Then why do you even think I should try.' 'He doesn't like you Andy, he loves you.'