Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

38: Downhill

I'm going to make it clear before it all hits you: this next bit of the story will be an absolute mess. And it will be intense. Be prepared.

Rye's P.O.V

The same night

I stopped. Hand trailing the wood of the door. And the sound that ripped through me. The sound that was breaking every bit of me.

I shook my head, freeing the thoughts possessing my judgement. Heading the other way. Hesitating when I placed my hand on the handle. "Fuck it," and walking straight in. Mikey was startled by my sudden entrance, jumping whilst in bed. I shut the door behind me and pulled off my joggers, climbing in beside him.

My best friend stayed silent, but grasped my arms when I went to kiss him.

"Ryan, don't..." he started, but I shushed him. Moved to hover above him.

"Don't. Please, Mike. I need this," I snapped firmly, and tugged his shorts down.

***

Mikey returned after discarding the sheets, laying back down. I propped myself up on one hand, whilst he stayed facing the ceiling.

"You fucked up. We both did."

I couldn't disagree, could I? But what was the point when he couldn't give a shit what I did, or what I was feeling?

"I can't deal with his bullshit."

Silence took over for a while, until Mikey broke it.

"Rye?" He asked, continuing when I nodded. "I... I'm going to move away."

I turned to my best friend, blue eyes blinking back tears. "What are you talking about, Mike?"

"I... don't feel this is right for me anymore. Being here. I met a girl. She's amazing. And... I want to be with her from now on. Just her."

For a little while, I didn't say anything. What could I say? My best friend for who knows how long was asking me to give his blessing to leave. And I couldn't stop him from that, if he wasn't happy, could I? That'd make me a shitty best friend. I knew that despite me wanting him to stay here with us, he just wouldn't feel comfortable. I had to let him go. I had to let him be happier than he'd be here.

"When are you going?" I furrowed my brow, to prevent the tears. Mikey reached out and rubbed away the crease lines, laughing a little.

"Tomorrow. I'm sorry, Ryan. You've been the best friend I've ever had. I'll never forget that. But don't come and say goodbye. It'll be too painful."

"O-okay. Visit us, yeah? And if she's happy to, bring her here to meet us. I'd love to," I smiled, hugging the raven haired boy.

"We should sleep," he said suddenly, and I agreed, eyes already starting to slip shut. "But, listen to me. Please."

I looked over at him, not really wanting to hear what he had to say. "Go on."

"Don't lose Andy. Keep him here, keep him safe, let him know he's loved. Rye, I know you're angry, I know you're hurt. But Andy needs the support from you right now. Or he'll spiral into darkness, and you're just going to blame yourself for that. Promise me that you won't let him do that."

Clenching my jaw, I stayed silent. I wasn't going to promise him that. I couldn't right now. As idiotic as it sounded of me, I just couldn't.

"Good night, Mikey."

Disclaimer: Weird place to have this, but I had to remove Mike from the story somehow. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but I don't feel right keeping him here anymore. He won't appear in it anymore. Had to say that. Carry on.

***

I don't know what it was...

But something changed.

When I woke up and found Mikey absent beside me, I got up, heading downstairs.

Brook and Aliana were in the kitchen, where he was feeding her, failing incredibly. I couldn't help but laugh as I took the spoon, looking down at her. She had food all over her face from pouting whenever Brooklyn tried to put the spoon in her mouth, and I wiped it away.

"Come on, darling. Uncle Brooky's trying to feed you," I coaxed, and she gurgled.

"P-papa, papa," she squealed. She'd learned to now say "papa", "mamí" but that was about it. It made my heart soar whenever she did say them, though.

"Ryan..." Brooklyn suddenly said with a warning tone. I looked up at him confusedly, wondering what was wrong.

"What is it?"

"What did you do?" He hissed, eyes narrowing. He pointed to my neck and I ran over to the mirror, eyes widening when I realised it was littered with dark marks. I was in so much shit...

"What the fuck."

Now I really had fucked up. Andy stood in the doorway, face still streaked with tears, and they seemed to well up again when he blinked at me.

"I..."

"Save it, you traitor. How fucking dare you?!" He yelled, hands shaking. When Ana tried to reach out for him, he ignored her, glare fixed on me as I was frozen to the spot.

"I didn't cheat, I swear. It was Mikey-"

"That doesn't make it any less better, Ryan Beaumont! You cheated on me! Had sex with your best friend! W-why?"

His voice shook with fury and when I tried to reach out for him, he flinched away. Giving me one last heartbreaking look, he ran out, the front door slamming.

"How are you going to fix this now, huh?"

My attention turned to my older brother, who also seemed to seethe with anger. Why was he angry? He had no right to be.

"Shut the fuck up, Brook," I growled.

"No, you shut up, Rye. Look what you've done to Andy! How could you stab him in the back like that? Even despite what you may have been through, that's just fucking low. Where's Mikey, then?" He snapped. I stared down at the floor, knowing my answer wouldn't make anything better.

"He left. Wasn't happy here anymore..."

"Oh, of course! You fucked him and surprise surprise, he up and left! Wow," he said with a sarcastic laugh. "You just keep digging a deeper hole, don't you? Fix this. Or you'll lose Andy forever, and you'll blame yourself for it," he said with one last huff, storming out. Ana started crying in her high chair and I sat beside her, angry tears falling.

"M-mamí," she wailed, looking at me. I stood up and picked her up too.

"I fucked it up, Ana. I messed everything up," I growled. My emotions were one of two: I was either crying over Andy, or I couldn't cope with how angry I was right now.

The latter seems more believable...