Roadtrip Oneshots

🐝The One That Got Away Part 2🌵

Requested by softfowler

*Rye's POV*
It's been over a month since that part. Since he disappeared.

I still can't stop thinking about him. It was just a one night stand but it meant so much to me. So much more than it should have. Now its all I think about.

"Ryan. Hello? You need to come back," I heard my friend Brooklyn say and I instantly looked over at him. "You don't even know him. Why do you care so much?" Jack asked leaning back in his chair.

How was I suppose to explain it? I didn't know myself. I just knew that I couldn't get him out of my head. I couldn't seem to think straight at all because of him.

"I..." And that's when I froze. There he was. Sitting in a small coffee shop in my home town. Over an hour away from where I met him.

I had given up hope on seeing him ever again and he was right there.

"There he goes again," I heard Jack mutter. "Rye!" Brooklyn said a little too loudly to get my attention. I watched as several heads turned in our direction, including the boys. Our eyes met for just a brief second before he was looking away.

"H-he's here," I stuttered out quietly. "What do you mean?" Brooklyn said. "I mean that guy that I can't get out of my head is here," I told him. Brooklyn and Jack both turned to look at him.

"I want to go say hi," Brooklyn said getting ready to stand up but Jack pulled him back down. "Don't even think about it," he said and Brooklyn crossed his arms pouting.

I've never been so nervous in my life. I wanted to get up and go over and say something to him. But I couldn't get my mind to function. I couldn't get my legs to work. So instead, I watched as him and his friend got up and left.

Someone then smacked my arm. "What the fuck!" I yelled holding onto the spot that was hit and glaring at Jack. "Why'd you just let him leave? It was obvious you were drooling over him. All you had to do was get up and go over there but now he's gone," Jack said. I sighed knowing he was right. This time it was definitely forever.

It's been a week and I was back in that coffee shop again, sitting in the back with my book opened on my lap. I would always come here for peace and quiet and to just get out. This was like my second home.

As much as I couldn't get that boy our of my head, I had given up the thought of ever seeing him again. I tried to keep my mind clear of him but it was hard not to travel back to that place where those ocean blue eyes were.

"Can you get my usual?" I heard a voice ask. It was such a familiar voice. So... Beautiful. I looked up to see the blonde boy talking to his friend behind the cash register this time. God even from here he looked amazing.

"If you take a picture it will last longer," I heard the boy say causing me to jump out of my thoughts. He was standing right in front of me. "I-I..." I started not really sure how to continue this.

He raised an eyebrow before laughing. "I'm just joking. I know you probably weren't actually staring at me," he said and he turned looking at a girl who was now standing talking to the cashier. She seemed to be flirting with him and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"I'm not interested in that," I said and looked up at him. He cocked his head and he had this curious look on his face, reminding me so much of a cat. "Your not interested in girls like her? Cute, has a nice body, long hair, probably popular," he said. I could hear the curiosity in his voice and his voice was honestly just killing me right now.

"I'm more interested in people who aren't probably giant bitches," I said blantly. I wanted to add and I'm not interested in girls at all. But I decided to just keep that to myself.

He laughed and it was the most perfect and beautiful laugh. I couldn't keep myself from smiling. "You don't mind if I sit here do you?" He said motioning to the seat across from me. "Go ahead," I said and he smiled and sat down.

"My name's Andy by the way," he said. So the mysterious guy that has been in my head for over a month does really have a name. And his name is absolutely beautiful. It was so simple but I loved it.

"It's nice to meet you Andy, I'm Rye," I tell him and his smile grows. "You know you are right though. That girl probably is a giant bitch. But she is pretty. Most guys would be drooling over her," he said. "Well I'm not most guys I guess," I said, "And apparently you aren't either." "That's because she is not a he," he said and he watched my face for any disapproval. I could see the worry in his face that I would just reject him right then and there.

"That's reassuring," I said instead giving with a little wink and his smile widen and he blushed slightly. He was so adorable. We talked for what seemed like hours before we both had to leave. I wish we could just stay together forever. I wish I could just call him mine.

I haven't been able to go to that coffee shop for weeks. I really just wanted to to see if he was there.

It was over two weeks before I was finally able to go back. I figured this time I had probably actually lost my chance to see him. Especially since I would be moving tomorrow. But I decided since this place had been my second home for so long I might as well visit it one more time. As soon as I walked in the door, I took a seat with my book in hand not bothering to order anything.

I just wanted to relax and feel the comfort of the place. I decided not to even look for Andy. If I didn't look my mind should stay focus.

"Whatcha reading?" I heard a very familiar voice say and I slowly looked up. There he was. He looked so beautiful and he was wearing my sweatshirt. I could help but smile.

If only he were mine, I would just take him home and destroy this boy. God.

Snap out of it Rye. Focus.

"It's nothing really. Just some random book that isn't packed in a box," I said with a sigh. "Your leaving?" He said and he frowned. "Yeah, tomorrow. I want to stay but I have to move back to London," I said rolling my eyes. I really didn't want to go.

Instead of answering he just watched me. Are eyes were locked together and it was like a thousand words being shared without having to say them. Before I could stop myself and make myself thing rationally, I kissed him.

He was quick to kiss me back throwing his arms around my neck. I pulled away know my intentions would get a lot worse if I let them continue. "I-I'm sorry," I stuttered out. "I've actually been waiting for you to do that since we first met," he said with a smile. I looked at him.

"I remember you and I know you remember me," he said and I smiled. "Then will you be mine, completely?" I asked him. His smile grew but then he frowned, "You're leaving tomorrow." "I am not letting you be the one that got away again. I can't," I said and he looked down.

"Come with me," I said and instantly regretted it. But he looked up and smiled. "Really?" He asked and I nodded. "I want to be with you," I said. "Okay," and that all he had to say for everything to be all right. So I pulled him in for another kiss.