The New Guy//roadtrip bxb

nineteen

All three of us just sat talking, joking and laughing, enjoying each other's company for awhile.

Jack's POV
The next couple of weeks went by smoothly. None of the couples had any arguments, unless Robbie and Alex had a fallout I hadn't known about.

It was nearing the end of May now, meaning tour started up in a couple of days. Andy was making the set list, of course including the songs from the new EP. We all had rehearsals together, making sure that we all, especially Sonny, had the lyrics and choreography down.

Speaking of Sonny, me and him were close again. Him and Brook were close, too. A lot of the time, it seemed like, me, Brook, and Sonny hung out while Rye and Andy hung out in the other room. Me and Brook hung out as a couple sometimes, too, and not going to lie, I sort of felt bad for leaving Sonny out, basically. At the same time, though, Brook was my boyfriend and I was going to hang out alone with him, so oh well.

"You nervous yet?" I asked Sonny, sitting down across from him and next to Brook on the couch.

"Yet? Mate, I've been nervous since I started trialing," he laughed, but I could tell he was being somewhat serious.

"Mate, there's nothing to be nervous about." Brook stared at me, pointedly. "You'll be fine. You can sing. You can dance, at least as well as the rest of us can, anyways," Brook joked.

"He's right, bro. You're just as good, if not better than the rest of us are. The roadies love you, and you know the stuff better than I do. You're going to do great," I told him.

"There will always be nerves. I get nervous before every show still, and I've been doing this longer than the both of them," Andy said from the doorway. He came over and sat down by me and I subconsciously leaned my head on his shoulder.

"He's right. I get nerves before every show. But as soon as I get on stage, that feeling. It makes all the nerves go away. Being on stage and doing what I love with the people I love. Nothing else matters in that moment. It's just you and the music and your best friends and the roadies. The people that care about you, that will stick by you through anything," I rambled on.

"Couldn't have said it better myself, babe," Brook said, taking my hand in his and lacing our fingers together. I smiled at him, and at the small action that seemed to mean so much.

"Yo, Jack. Get off my boyfriend!" Rye yelled, walking into the room. I rolled my eyes, but lifted my head off Andy's shoulder anyways. I knew Rye was joking, but that he was quite the overprotective and over-jealous boyfriend. One of his many charms.

Instead, I leant my head on Brook's shoulder, allowing Rye to cuddle with his boyfriend. We all kept talking about tour and how we dealt with nerves. What we were excited for about tour, and what we weren't as excited for. Overall, I was really excited for tour to start, and I knew the other boys were, too.

Andy's POV
I knew we were all excited, but nervous for tour. Sonny most of all, I'm sure. Rye came in and mock-yelled at Jack for resting his head on my shoulder, and Jack snapped his head up immediately, cuddling with Brook instead. I decided to let it go, for now, and just cuddle with my boyfriend, who was grateful for the affection.

After we'd all finished talking about tour, we decided we'd have a few hours to just hang out before we did actual work. Brook and Sonny had wandered off to do something, I'm not sure anyone really knew what. Rye went to go help Robbie with editing a vlog, or something, and me and Jack just started talking about whatever randomness popped into our heads.

"Hey, I've been thinking about something for awhile now. About Rye. And I need to talk to someone about it before I drive myself nuts," I stumbled over my words a bit.

"Okay, what's up?"

"Can we go to my room to talk about it? I just-"

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, And," he cut me off. I grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs to my room, us both plopping ourselves down on my bed.

"So, what's going on?" Jack asked again.

"How did you know you were in love with Brook?" I asked.

"Oh. Well, I'm not exactly sure. I just kind of... knew. I couldn't ever get him out of my head. Or stop thinking about how entirely perfect he is. I don't think anything really changed all that much when we first said it to each other. It was more a subtle shift and everything just clicked into place. And felt... just right. Like the only thing that mattered was that we were together, and that we loved each other," he said, complete and total adoration and love in his voice.

"Wow," I breathed out.

"Do you love Rye?" he asked.

"I think?" It came out as more of a question.

"When I say 'Rye' what's the first thing you think of?"

"His chocolatey brown eyes. They are the deepest, cutest, sweetest shade I think I've ever seen. And they have these little gold flecks in them. They sparkle when he's talking about something he loves or he's passionate about. Like music, or his brothers. And they fit right above his cute little nose. And his perfect pink lips. And then there's his hair. It's a mess, really. Completely insane. But it suits him perfectly. It's perfect on him. And I wouldn't change it, or him, for anything. He's perfect. That's what I think of when I think of Rye. Total perfection," I rambled on and on.

"Mate, you so love him," Jack smiled.

"Okay, yeah, I guess I do. But how do I say that. How am I supposed to say, 'I love you' to him? I've done this before, in other relationships but it's never felt like this, Jack. I've never loved someone this much."

"You just gotta say the words, And."

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guys, I'm sorry. It's been a lot longer than I meant since I updated this book. I've just had a lot going on in my personal life lately, and I completely forgot to update. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this. there's I think about  8 parts left.
~Soph