The New Guy//roadtrip bxb

twenty-six

I turned around, facing Rye. Welp, here goes nothing, I guess.

Rye's POV
"Hey, And?" I had no idea what I was going to say. Or what I was supposed to say. Or what he was going to say. Really, I had no idea what was happening, or why, or really anything.

"Can I say something first, Rye?" he asked, barely audible.

I only nodded, not able to form words at this point, too scared by what might be about to come out of his mouth.

"I don't want anything to happen to you, or to our relationship. I love falling asleep next to you. I love waking up in your arms. I love laying my head on your shoulder. I love being able to talk to you about literally anything. I love being crazy and acting like idiots with you and not caring what anyone else thinks, because I know you'll never judge me. I love laughing with you. I love singing with you. I love being on stage with you. I love going live with you. I love doing anything and everything with you. I just love being around you. I fucking love you, Ryan Beaumont," he said, tears streaming down his face, and probably mine at this point.

I got up off the bed and ran over to him, wrapping him up in my arms. I kissed his lips softly, full of love and adoration for my boy. "I love you, too, Andy Fowler. I don't have a whole big speech, though," I said, pulling away.

"That's okay," he told me, re-wrapping his arms around my neck. "Just knowing how you feel is enough."

"I need to tell you something, though," I told him, pulling away again, out of embarrassment and shame.

"What is it?" he asked, now concerned again.

"It's my fault," I whispered, not wanting him to hear me. Not wanting him to know that I was the one who forced our best friend into leaving.

"What's your fault?"

"Mikey left. Because of me," I could barely hear myself, and I was surprised Andy could hear me.

"Why would you say that?" Andy asked, wiping my tears away.

"Because it's true," I sobbed. "I asked him to switch rooms for us, acted like his friendship wasn't important to me. I love you so much, Andy, and I wouldn't change anything about us, or our relationship. But it's all my fault."

"Rye, look at me." I reluctantly lifted my head to look into my boyfriend's eyes. "I promise you it's not your fault. Mikey wouldn't leave because of that. I promise you," he smiled at me.

"I love you," I smiled.

He buried his head into my neck. "I love you, too." I giggled due to his breath tickling my skin. We stayed like that, in each others arms for a little while, before Andy broke the silence. "But, can you tell me why you were mad at me earlier?" he asked.

"Umm, it's kind of dumb," I said, pulling away from the hug.

"Just tell me, babe."

"It was about Jack. I heard you two talking, and you say you loved him, and I just got upset because I thought you meant you loved him as more than a friend. Or that you didn't love me. I get it, now, but I don't know, I was jus-"

He cut me off by putting his lips on mine. "It's okay, Rye. I get it. And I do love Jack, he's my friend. But you're my boyfriend. I love you so much more." He kissed me, once again, soft and slow, showing the both of us how much we truly loved each other.

The door to the hotel room opened, and we reluctantly pulled apart and looked over to see my brother walk into the room.

"Well, looks like you two made up," he said. I just smiled, and Andy buried his head into my chest, blushing. "Anyways, the other boys are probably going to come in and get food soon. Sonny went to go tell them it's in here."

"Why can't they just eat it in their room?" I whined.

"It'll be fine, babe. It's just the boys," Andy told me, running his hands through my hair.

"Yeah, you're right. Okay," I agreed.

Sonny's POV
I walked into mine, Brook's, and Jack's hotel room to see them cuddled up on the only bed in the room. I got a weird twisty feeling in my stomach at the sight.

"Hey, guys," I said, rather awkwardly.

"Hey, Sonny!" Brook grinned, Jack smiling slightly as well.

"Oh, umm, I was told to come in and tell you guys that food's in the other boys' room," I told them, turning to walk out of the room.

"Wait, Sonny, come here," I heard Jack say. I turned around to look at them, snuggled up even closer than before. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"No, like, over here, you doof," Brook said, pulling on my arm. I ended up falling on top of them. Both of them snuggled into me, not seeming to mind me being there.

"What's going on? This feels weird," I mumbled, not liking the feeling of having both of my crushes so close like this. Or maybe liking it too much, I couldn't tell.

"Me and Brook need to talk to you about something," Jack told me. Crap. They knew I liked them. I knew I was splitting them up, even if I was trying my hardest not to. They hated me, I already knew it. They would talk to Rye, Andy, and Blair about it. My trial would be over. I fucked it up, just because I couldn't keep my feelings in check.

It started to become harder to breathe. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the oxygen to go into my lungs. I closed my eyes to try to focus on breathing normally. I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard voices on both sides of my head, but I had no idea what they were saying.

"Breathe, Sonny." I recognized the voice, but I had no idea who it was.

I felt someone grab a hold of my wrist and place it on someone's chest. "In, and out, Sonny," I heard the voice again.

I tried to match my breathing to the other person's. Key word: tried. Someone else grabbed my other hand and squeezed it, which helped me to focus on what was happening around me, instead of what was in my head.

Breathing started to get a little easier, and I was able to match my breaths to the other person, who I now realized was Brooklyn.

Jack was holding my other hand, squeezing it occasionally. Knowing that they were both still there, next to me, helped me to calm down the rest of the way.

"What happened, Sonny?" Brook asked, dropping my hand.

"I don't know, I guess I just got lost in my thoughts and I ended up panicking," I told them.

"What were you thinking about?" Jack asked.

"You guys will hate me if I tell you," I whispered.

"Not possible," Jack said, squeezing my hand even harder.

"He's right, we could never hate you, Sonny," Brook agreed, leaning his head on my shoulder.

"I know you both are dating and all. I really don't want to put that in jeopardy. But I like you," I mumbled.

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the next chapter is the last one, i was supposed to upload that one today, but I'll probably do it later today
~Soph