The New Guy//roadtrip bxb

sixteen

I loved his laugh. Hell, I loved him. But I still didn't have the balls to tell him.

Andy's POV
We finished answering everyone's stupid questions and filming whatever else for the vlog. Robbie said he still wanted to get some footage of us reacting to reactions to our new cover, but somehow Rye managed to convince him to put it off until tomorrow.

As soon as the camera was off, Rye had my hand in his and was dragging me up the stairs and to his room.

"What's the matter Rye? Are you oka-" I was cut off by him smashing his lips on mine as soon as his door was closed.

"Yeah, And. I'm fine now. I just really needed to do that and haven't been able to for the last two hours," he said once he pulled away.

"Well, if that's all, then I'm just going to do this," I said, leaning in, slowly capturing my lips with his. This one was a lot slower and gentler, while the other one had been a bit more rough. It showed just how much we loved each other. Well, not loved, I guess. Not that I didn't love him. I did, I really did. We'd never said it to each other, though. At least, not since we'd been together, officially. I knew I loved him, for sure, but I didn't want to say it and end up scaring him off.

Rye pulled away from the kiss and just pulled me into his chest, which I wasn't opposed to. I ended up pushing him back onto his bed so that I could lay on top of him and cuddle him easier. We didn't talk about anything. We just stayed there in silence, both enjoying the others company. Soon enough, Rye started running his fingers through my hair. It didn't take long after that until I fell asleep.

Brook's POV
Randy was upstairs and alone as fast as they could be after we were done filming. Sonny and Robbie eventually left, too, leaving me and Jack alone. At first, we didn't talk at all, just leaving ourselves alone with our thoughts.

"Why are you staring at me?" I asked him, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Sorry, what?" he asked, shaking his head.

"I said, why are you staring at me?"

"I didn't realize I was, sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," I told him, getting up and walking over to the couch where he was. "What were you thinking about?" I asked, running my hands through his hair.

"You," he answered quickly. "How much I love you, and just how lucky I am to have you." He laid his head down on my chest.

"I love you, too, babe," I said, kissing his forehead.

"Can we talk, Brooky? I promise I won't freak out this time. I just feel like we still have stuff we need to get out and I want to talk about it and-"

"Yes, Jacky. We can talk. Do you wanna go to your room? Or mine?"

"Can we stay here? I'm comfy," he smiled, snuggling further into me.

"Of course." I kissed his forehead. Again.

"I love you, Brooky. So much. And I don't want to lose you. And I think that's why I've been so distant lately. Because I'm afraid I am going to lose you."

"Okay. I guess that makes sense. But next time, can we just talk about it? Because it tore me apart when you weren't talking to me. You said you weren't mad and then you just went right back to ignoring me and it hurt me so bad, Jacky. I just want you. That's all I ever wanted." I had tears coming down my face at this point.

Jack sat up and turned to look at me. He took my face in his hands and wiped my tears away. "I'm so so sorry, Brooky. I love you. And I want you, too. And I'm so sorry I hurt you. I promise, that's the last thing I want to do. And I wish I just went to you to talk and avoided this whole mess," he said, tears on his face, too.

"Why didn't you?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"I... I didn't know how. I didn't really know what I was feeling until I talked it out with Andy and I just... I don't know, Brooky. I don't know," he cried into my shoulder.

" Hey, hey, hey, baby, it's okay. It's all fine now."

"But it's not. It's not, because I hurt you, Brook, and maybe I was hurt, too, but you're my boyfriend. I love you with all I have and more. More than anything else, and I don't want to hurt you. But I have a feeling it's going to happen again."

"Jack, look at me." He lifted his head off my shoulder to look me in the eyes. "I'm not going to lie to you. I was hurt, yeah. But I know for a fact I hurt you, too. And, you're right, no we shouldn't be hurting each other, but isn't that how relationships work? You make a mistake and hurt the other person, but you fix it. As long as we love each other enough to fix it, then I think we'll be okay."

"How did I ever do anything to deserve you?" he asked.

"I love you, Jack." I told him.

"I love you, too, Brooky."

"Can I ask you something, though?"

"Anytime," he said.

"Okay, well... I don't really know how to ask this and I don't want you to get mad about it."

"I promise I won't... Well, I promise I'll try not to get mad."

"Okay. Why were you jealous of Sonny?" I asked quickly.

"Studio," was all he said. And I knew exactly what he meant, too.

"Jacky, nothing happened. We were just cuddling and then Andy was being a dick about it," I assured him.

"I know. Andy told me. I was overreacting and I'm sorry."

"Remember what you told me the other day?" I asked.

"Not really, no," he said, slightly confused.

"You said that I shouldn't have to apologize for feeling what I feel. And neither should you, babe. Just, next time, even if you don't know exactly what you're feeling, please talk to me and we can figure it out together," I told him.

"Okay."

"Okay."

And that's how we fell asleep for the who-knows-how-many-times that day; all cuddled up on the couch together, finally back to normal.

1099 words
cute fluffiness for both ships
~Soph