The Roadtrip Gang

|| Chapter Eight ||

|| Chapter Eight ||

Saturday morning

| Alex's POV |

"So, do you remember anything that could help?" Andy asked Harvey.

From the early hours of the morning, we've had ten cups of tea between us, figuring out a way of getting Robbie home. It had been hard, Harvey had described the route of where he was taken to the warehouse and where they got tortured. Looking down at the map, I'm trying to find the best route for us. Especially when we don't really know how much security the west-side has.

As I'm the one driving we'll need a quick route and safe one at that. "The warehouse that I was taken to, I think was their base. From what I saw there was a lot of rooms and people guarding doors. But..." he got out a piece of paper and pen, drawing out the rough blueprints of the building.

"From what I gathered, when I escaped there was a back door here, and when getting inside there is a long corridor full of rooms this way and that way. When I was hiding away for a second I saw there was a security room, I'm assuming all the cameras are in there." He explained.

I look down at his sketch and speak, "the power could be there too, we can try get in there and turn it off so it's easier for us to fight. We'll have to bring see in the dark goggles." Andy nods.

"We'll then fight off the guards, we'll split up covering a larger area then look for Robbie. Hopefully then we can get out and go home." He spoke out.

"Harvey you stay at Blair's, in case they get you again. Brook, Mikey and Rye will be in the van getting ready and guarding until we get back. Whilst me, Jack and you" Andy pointed at me, "will go inside."

"Sounds like a plan." I clap whilst looking down at the blue prints. "You alright with sorting out the weapons?" Andy asks me. I nod and try to think about the right guns we'll need. Looking down I hear Harvey speak up, "Andy? How's Rye?" I look up at Andy for a reaction.

He sighs sadly, "he says he's fine but you know Rye, he holds in his emotions until he blows up." He had a sad expression and I felt sorry for them. Andy and Rye are the two closest members of the gang, they were the first to join and so it must be hard on Andy to get Rye to open up. Harvey sighs, "I feel bad, I feel like it's all my fault."

"No Harv, Robbie told you to go."

Harvey shook his head, "if I never fell in love with Sebastian's daughter, none of this would of happened." Sebastian was the leader of the west-side. Harvey had met his daughter one day and they hit it off, but being a part of a rivalry of two gangs, they had to keep the relationship a secret. But one day Sebastian found out about them, and he was very protective of her. Then you could probably guess what happened.

"Harvey, you can't blame yourself. Once you fall in love, there is no way of getting it back. You just have to accept the consequences that come along the way." Andy spoke out sadly. He's sounded strange. "You sound like you've been through it."

"Uh well, kind of." Both me and Harvey frowned. I was about to ask him what he means but the door flew open and revealed a very tired looking Rye. He looked over at us, but rolled his eyes when they landed on Harvey. "Hey Rye, how are ya feeling?" He looked over at me and smiled weakly. "Apart from the fact that my brother may be dead, I'm just fine."

I heard Andy sigh sadly next to me again. Rye looked over at him and soften his features into an apologetic look. He tore his eyes away from the blonde and went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. He was about to walk out when he was stopped by Harvey, "please Rye, we need to talk about this."

"No we don't! You messed up! YOU put my brother's life in danger. So you get the blame and the fault of him if he dies." He screamed towards the younger boy. I looked in between them, catching Andy's shocked face.

"Rye, please it's not his fault." Andy said, Ryan shot his eyes at Andy in betrayal. I look at Harvey and see him with a look of sadness and fear. I looked back at Rye, he tutted shaking his head, "look, Harvey I'm sorry, that I hate you right now, but family means everything to me. So please, let me have some time to process everything."

He gave a pleading look at Harvey and the latter nodded, making Rye walk out. Harvey fell into defeat, he rested against the table on his hands. He hung his head low, and I felt bad for the guy. "He's never going to forgive me is he? Even if we do find Robbie and he's totally fine, Rye's still not gonna forgive me."

"Harv, he's going to forgive you, it'll just take time." After Andy said that Harvey still didn't want to believe him, "I'll talk to him if you want?"

"Please. I can't stand him being mad at me."

| Jack's POV |

Saturday afternoon

Sitting on Brooklyn's bed, I stare at his half spray-painted wall, "are you ever going to paint over it Brook?"

"Nah, I can't be arsed." I chuckle and sit next to him, fully on the bed. "So, romantic comedy or action?" I think for a second looking at the options on the Tv. "Let's go for a Rom-Com." He nods and goes through the romantic comedy films. Stopping at one called 'how to be single', my face lights up. I like this movie, it's very good.

Sitting against the head board, my knees up and my arms to my sides, I felt Brooklyn's hand move next to mine. I felt a small spark between our skin touching and my breath had stuttered slightly. But I had ignored it and I focused back on the tv in front of us.

Thinking Brooklyn was moving his hand away, I didn't think much of his movement. But then his hand did not move away but moved closer. I looked down as he laced our hands together, interlocking the fingers and he stroked my hand with his thumb. I smiled at the cuteness and the feeling of our hands fitting together perfectly.

There was a steamy scene on the Tv and I was slightly getting turned on, not making me seem suspicious, I laid my head against Brook's shoulder. I release a relieved breath when the scene ended, "Jack?" I hum lifting my head to look him in the eyes. He bit his lip and shifted his eyes between mine and my lips. Out of instinct I pulled my tongue out and wetted my lips, we started to slowly lean in.

We were so close to each other, the air between was shared but there was a loud knock on the door, breaking us apart. I looked round awkwardly, trying to put a little distance between us. "Come in." Brooklyn shouted out. I sat on the edge of the bed, as Mikey walked in.

"Meeting. In the living room. Five minutes. It's important." I nod looking up at him. He smiles at us and walks out. Without looking at Brooklyn I speak up, "we should go..."

"Yeah, we should."

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