The New Guy//roadtrip bxb

twenty-three

"I love you, too, Jack." And with that, we both fell asleep.

Rye's POV
I woke up in Brook's room, and I just felt weird. It didn't take me long to remember me and Andy's fight, or to remember why I slept in there.

There was a knock on the door as I went to open it. "Sorry, Brook. I'm leaving now. Thanks for letting me crash in here tho-" I said, opening the door, only to realize it was Andy. "Oh. Hey, And."

"Hey. I'm sorry about last night. I should've listened to you and not ran off like that. I was just mad and didn't want to make things worse," he told me.

"It's fine," I said, and walked past him to my room. As soon as I was in, I shut and locked the door.

I was mad at Andy, but not because he walked out without talking to me yesterday. I was mad because he was always hanging out with Jack or Sonny, and never with me. I felt like my own boyfriend was keeping secrets from me.

Almost as soon as I'd locked the door, I heard someone try and open it, then knock. "Go away!" I shouted.

"Can we just talk, Ryan?" Andy whispered, barely audible.

"Not right now, And."

"Later?"

"Yes. Totally. I just woke up, though. And I need some time to process everything," I said.

"Okay. I... Okay." I heard his footsteps disappear down the hall.

Jack and Brook had both said he loved me, but I still had a hard time believing it was true. I mean, he had walked out on me last night. He had every right to, though, I was kind of being a dick. Why had I even been that mad in the first place?

Oh, yeah. Jack and Andy.

Jack's POV
I woke up with a cute blonde boy in my arms. Brook always looked so peaceful when he slept. He could be having the most stressful day, but as soon as he went to sleep, it looked like nothing could ever upset him. And, at least for the most part, that was true in real life.

"Morning, gorgeous," I'd said once he woke up.

"Morning," he yawned, already drifting back to sleep a little.

"Nope," I said, sitting up, which forced him to sit up to.

"Why?" he whined, leaning almost all of his weight against me.

"Tour starts today. And we gotta leave early, baby," I told him.

"Oh yeah!" he realized, and jumped out of bed quickly. He went to my closet and got a hoodie, then ran out back to his room. I laughed and rolled my eyes, but got up and started to get dressed.

Not long after, I heard someone sniffle behind me. I turned around to see Rye crying in my door way.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked him.

"Andy."

"What happened?"

"Nothing happened. Nothing new since last night, anyways," he said.

"Okay, why are you crying, then, Rye?" I asked.

"I think I know why he doesn't love me," he told me.

"Okay?" I prodded.

"He loves someone else more."

"And who would that be?" I asked.

"You," was all he said.

"Me? Rye, you're crazy. Andy is my best friend, sure. But me and Brook are together. And I promise you that Andy looks at you like he doesn't anyone else. He loves you so much," I told him.