If I Can't Have You || Randy

Christmas Tour goes well.

Andy's POV

First day on tour went pretty well. Rye and I acted for the fans as usual. All the other tour dates went well, as well and we were happy to meet many new faces. Today was the last day of the Christmas Tour and we were all excited but at the same time sad because this amazing trip was coming to an end.

It had been two weeks that we were on Tour and it was an incredible experience. We were currently backstage. We did the soundcheck and the VIP and we were waiting to be called on stage. Myself and Rye were in the dressing room while the others were somewhere outside doing god knows what.

I hadn't told him how I felt yet, I was scared. I was scared that he wouldn't feel the same and everything would be ruined. Our friendship, the band would not be the same and how close we were. I was scared of being rejected and losing my best friend. Every single time we kissed, for the fans on stage, I felt butterflies in my stomach and my heart skipped a beat. Every time he touched me, I felt like I was ice cream that would melt any time soon.

Whenever an interviewer asked if there was something going on between us, the answer was always "No, we are just really close". But, even if there was, we weren't allowed to talk about it. We had to keep it a secret. Rye was on his phone now and I was lost in my thoughts. We were both sitting on the couch in the dressing room.

"Earth to Andy," I heard Rye's voice and he waved his hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hm?" I hummed as I shook my head and looked at him.

"What are you thinking about, babe? You've been looking at nothing for a while now," He asked as he looked at me, leaving his phone on his lap and turning his body towards me in his seat.

"Uhm, nothing," I lied. I couldn't tell him what I was thinking about. That would be awkward.

"Are you sure?" He asked and moved closer to me from where he was sitting.

"Yeah," I said as I looked down. He knew damn well when I was lying and when I was not just by looking into my eyes. As if he could read me like an open book.

I was not the person to open up that easily, not even to people I felt close like Rye.

"Babe.." He whispered and placed his index finger under my chin, pushing my head up so I would look at him. "What's bothering you?" He continued.

"I just told you. Nothing," I said as I looked away.

"Don't lie to me, Andy," He said in a stern tone.

"I'm not lying," I spoke.

"I know when you are lying. Look at me," He said. I then looked at him, straight into his eyes.

Wow, that color was incredible. His eyes were. I could get lost into them for so long. Focus, Andy, oh my god.

"Babe," Rye spoke, bringing me back to reality.

"Sorry." I mumbled and cleared my throat. 

He then leaned in, bringing our faces so close that I could feel his breath on my lips. I followed his eyes that went from mine to my lips then back to my eyes. I knew he wanted to kiss me but he was waiting for me to tell him to go for it. All I did was nod, giving him permission to kiss me. He locked our lips in a soft kiss, moving his hand from my chin to the side of my neck. 

I, of course, kissed him back, letting my eyes close. He then licked my bottom lip, asking for permission and I parted my lips slightly. Soon, our tongues were fighting for dominance, his, of course, winning. Suddenly, the kiss was broken by someone clearing their throat and making us jump.