Make you mine |Randy|

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Hey, my pretty angels, I've missed you! I want to thank each and every one of you. And also Thanks Abby, I wouldn't know what to do without you. Happy new year to you all, and your loved ones X.

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"Ryan Beaumont, please tell me you didn't do what I think you did" Andy mumbled his mouth gaping, gazing the huge stadium that is in front of him. People running around trying to get in as fast as they could, and Andy couldn't move a muscle. What if Rye isn't doing what he thinks he did, is he embarrassing himself?

"Andrew Fowler, " he used the same attitude " I reckon we should get in, the match is 30 minutes away, " he informed looking at the tickets in his hands.

"You actually did it?" Andy asked looking at Rye, his facial expressions nothing but pure surprise. "Are you joking me?" he rasped.

Rye pressed his pointer finger against Andy's nose "Hey! You are stealing my sentence".

Andy smiled at Rye, trying so hard to process everything in. His hands are slightly shaking due to his excitement. He was going to watch his favourite team play a game whilst he is in the same arena. He would be able to hear them shout, see them fall down, and feel the goal. He wasn't sure how to react, he doesn't know if a kiss can do it, or a hug? It is too late his body determined that the best reaction is crying apparently.

"Why those tears, Fovvlar?" Rye asked his voice as gentle as a feather. Although the area they were standing in was crowded, Rye managed to create a calm atmosphere. He creased Andy's soft cheek gently.

"Get a room" some man shouted whilst passing by.

Andy held Rye tightly by his hand, he knew that Rye would run after him and punch his brain out. Rye tried to wiggle from Andy's clasp, when he failed to he shouted, "can we borrow your mum's?".

Andy shook his head disapproving what Rye is saying. Andy is a sarcastic person, who loves to get back at people. But some people aren't worth the effort.

"Fags, " the man again shouted, from a distance of course. People like him were mainly wimps who can not face you and talk shit about you. You would often find them in your comment section or behind your school/ work gossips, or like this man shouting from a distance. They can't afford to let people live their lives cause simply it will kill them, they have no life what so ever so that is why they put their noses up in other's lives.

"Are you talking about your dads?" Rye fought back. His nose flaring as evidence he was angry. It took him too long to get that comfortable with his own self and sexuality, he won't let a coward who has no life what so ever ruin that for him or drag him down.

"Rye, that is enough, Bubs" Andy brushed his thumb against Rye's hand, calming him down a little. "Let's go in there? Or were you lying to me?" he joked.

Rye couldn't stop the smile from growing upon his face, he took Andy's hand in his and went to the gates. A bald man took their tickets and tore them up a little from the sides, letting them through after he finished checking their pockets and whatnot. They took the stairs and it wasn't that long until they've found themselves in their seats.

"I think I'll go bring us something to eat, do you have something in specific or should I bring you on my own?" Andy asked, looking at Rye's liquid eyes, they never stop shining whilst looking at Andy.