ROADTRIP ONESHOTS // (boyxboy)

randy • trigonometry (pt. 1)

"I like your rainbow shoes," Andy said, pointing their pen at the other's footwear.

Rye gazed down on his notes, feeling heat rushed up his ears, thanking the other for their compliment. They were at their university's library, inside one of the group study session booths. Andy was tutoring Rye about a coursework he doesn't quite understand.

He decided to ask for a tutoring peer because he cannot risk failing another Trigonometry exam---the younger might have a chance of not passing this subject this semester and that would surely stain his so far pristine grades.

Rye looked over his peer tutor, gaze hidden under his spectacles. Andy was writing something on his notes, gently inking the pages as he explained what it was.

It was something Rye should definitely listen to. But he can't---Rye cannot listen nor focus at all. Most especially, when his unpretentious crush for two years was sitting just a few inches away from him.

He did not know Andy was part of the tutoring peers group. And now, the help he wanted to have with this thing was now becoming torture.

And did they just compliment his shoes?

Forgive him for acting like a gradeschooler fawning about a crush but this was Andy Fowler he was tutoring with.

His infatuation begun back when he was a freshman, Andy was giving him a tour around the campus, showing him where the general buildings go.

The older was a literal fashion statement---with his dyed blonde hair, manicured fingers, pastel pink shirt, denim overalls, white choker, long socks and light blue sneakers. Rye felt like trash when he was walking with him.

They were by the end of their stroll, standing between the campus parking lot and the English building, when Andy looked back at him and smiled, "So, welcome to the campus! As a sophomore, I would like to treat you to the best food here."

"You don't have to," Rye muttered, holding his backpack straps with both of his hands.

"Oh please, let me, I always do this to all the new students I tour with," Andy held one of his arms and the two of them ventured to the cafeteria.

Rye thanked the other, both of them sitting on one of the table benches, feasting on some delicious cheeseburgers. Andy brushed the younger's gratitude, laughing as he pointed on Rye's nose which has a little ketchup on it.

Rye felt embarassment flow into his cheeks as he wiped the mess with tissue. Andy chuckled, continuing on biting on his own burger until another fellow student sneered at their table.

"Another boy to play with, Andrew?" the student scoffed, glaring at Andy's direction.

"It's Andy," the pale boy replied, raising a judgemental brow on the other. "Leave us alone, Sonny."

"Oh, I'm just warning the other boy to not hang out with you," Sonny looked at Rye. "Kid, he might rub his gay weirdness on you so you better watch out."

"One, it's called gender fluidity. Two, there is nothing wrong with being gay. And three, rub that disgusting homophobic behavior up your ass, Sonny, because we are in the twenty-first century. "

Sonny shook his head, "No, being gay is wrong."

"I'm gay," Rye found himself saying, both Sonny and Andy glancing at him. He hid behind his glasses, looking down at his fingers from the unwanted attention. "Being gay is okay. What is not okay is your petty ignorance."

He heard Sonny scorn, Andy brushing him off as he gave the homophobic boy a raised middle finger. Sonny left their table alone and the two finally sat in peace.

Rye felt a gentle clasp on the back of  his hand, Andy uplifting a smile on his face---he was so pretty, the bespectacled boy cannot help but be mesmerized.

"That was brave of you," Andy spoke, eyes twinkling with pride and joy.

"I just said the truth," Rye shrugged, scratching a finger on his chin. "Besides, homophobia is not good."

"Preach." Andy laughed, raising his burger in agreement. Rye raised his back and the older patted him on the back. "Anyway, I'm always around here whenever you need anything. Hope you enjoy studying here. Best of luck!"

"Thank you." Andy ruffled his hair and Rye scrunched his nose, fixing his messy mophead. Andy giggled and apologized.

Rye beamed at the fond memory, failing to recognized Andy calling his name. His vision was filled with a waving hand, him going out of his trance, Andy's face taking over his sight.

"Earth to Ryan?" Andy chuckled, leaning closer to see if Rye has returned from his reverie. They locked gazes and the older grinned, the other feeling flushed at their close distance.

Rye cleared his throat, "R-rye."

"What?"

"Just call me Rye."

"Well, Rye, did you get my explanation about this formula?" Andy asked pointing at a bunch of numbers on the other's book.

The younger wanted nothing more than not to embarrass himself in front of the other, but he honestly did not listen at Andy for the past twenty minutes and he has no ability in his body to lie. He shook his head, looking down.

He felt the other ruffle his hair and he grabbed his brown locks, grooming them back. Andy apologized and pinched his cheeks, "That's what you get for not listening to your tutor."

"Sorry, I'll listen now."

"Where was your head even at? Something bothering you?"

"You," Rye muttered before even thinking about it. He covered his mouth with his hand, more than willing to punch himself square in the face and disappear on earth.

"Excuse me?" Andy chuckled, teasing the other boy. "Are you distracted because of me?"

"N-no," Rye tried to deny, but he cannot lie. "I--yes, I haveacrushonyouandIdontknow what to do."

"You spoke too fast but I think I heard crush at that sentence."

"I'm sorry, I'm embarrassing."

"I beg to differ, you're cute, Rye."

The younger felt his heart thump faster, there was no way his crush just called him cute. Was he dreaming?

"You're not," Andy answered him, pinching his nose. "Okay, let's make a deal, cutie. You pass this Trigo exam and we hang out somewhere, afterwards. Deal?"

Rye was taken aback by the offer. He glanced at Andy, unsure if they were joking or not. He only saw sincerity and truth within their blue irises and he miserably hid his bafflement.

He fixed his eyeglasses, clearing his throat as he tried to form words, "Okay, deal."

Andy nodded and Rye felt a gentle pat on his head, a hand messing with his bangs a little bit. But this time, he didn't abhor nor fix them---instead, he smiled, appreciating the little affectionate gesture.

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i cannot open my insta because i don't have enough data so i'm gonna quickly post it here first.

i love myself some fluffy, soft randy oneshot so i hope you do too 💕 (plus, genderfluid! andy is smth i have always wanted to write)

part 2 will come whenever i get some wifi again lmao

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(if you are able to read that, you are a legend ✋😔)