RoadTrip oneshots

Brandy- Notes

Andy's POV

He and Brooklyn were lying on my bed and I had my arm wrapped around him as he had his head laid on my chest. His eyes were trained on the tv, watching whatever show he was currently obsessed with. He started to move a little and he went to put his arm around my stomach. I suddenly got really insecure about my stomach so I pushed Brook's arm away and scrambled out of the bed.

'I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry.' I mumbled, walking out of the room, heading to the bathroom. I locked the door to the bathroom and I sat on the floor against the bath tub. I can't believe how insecure I got, around Brooklyn of all people. He's my boyfriend, I love him and he loves me. I shouldn't be insecure around him.

Brook's POV

*1 week later*

Andy has been ignoring me since he ran out of his room a week ago. He keeps locking his bedroom door at night which means I can't cuddle up to him: I haven't slept properly since then because I can't fall asleep without my fovvs beside me. Even when we went home I always took multiple hoodies of his backseat they smelled like him.

After a while, I got really sad that I couldn't make my boyfriend talk to me. So I went to my room and took post-it notes and a pen from my bedside table. I went to Andy's room and sat in front of the door, knowing it was locked. I could hear his breathing on the other side of the door. I started to write in my post-it notes.

I love you
Open the door baby
I can't sleep without you
You are my world
Baby, please come out
You have a beautiful smile
Your eyes are like crystals
You are perfect in every way possible
I'll always need you

I folded the post-it notes up once I wrote them and slid them under his door. Every 10 minutes was another post-it note, something different every time.

An hour passed and I had put post-it notes under every 10 minutes until finally I heard Andy shuffle around and his door unlock. He opened he door and all I could see was the tears on his face and the pain in his eyes. He walked towards me and I hugged him. 'You're okay baby,' I whispered in his ear. 'I'm sorry for pushing your arm away and for locking my door.' I could hear the guilt in his voice. 'It's okay beautiful.'