The Bet ~Randy Fic~

The Bet: Andy

After the kiss, and addressing how that could never happen again I saw Rye as a totally different person now; I mean now I see it. The way he looks at me when I just started talking randomly about something, or how closer he gets which I have no issue with; almost as if he in were protecting me? 

It was around 8 PM and we were on my bed laying next to each other, our snickers and his crazy stories about his family or how great his dad was before he ya know. I could listen to him for hours and never get bored.

"So what about you? What was your dad like?" He asks which caught me off guard since I've never talked about my dad; not even with Sonny, and I've known him for years.

I shift uncomfortable before shrugging, not looking forward to the conversation. As usual seeing Rye wasn't gonna change the subject without an answer so I make a slight exasperated sigh. 

"I've never got to meet him, maybe when I was baby but no clear memories. My mom practically buries herself in pits of depression over his absent. I find it pathetic; hasn't came back in years, not even to say hello - basically shows how we're nothing to him." Glancing over at Rye who had a sorry expression but I wasn't looking for his sympathy. 

"Don't pity me, your dad seems way better than mine. Sometimes it even hurts to call him my father..." I explain sitting up, I wasn't gonna cry. I'm not gonna emotionally abuse myself over that bastard. 

"Andy-" Rye begins but I shake my head; "Don't." I reply. 

I hear him stand up, stepping over to get in front of me. I frown but forbid myself to look at him. 

"I'm not gonna give you 'I'm sure he had a reason' bullshit okay?"

Fiddling with my thumbs I still didn't meet his eyes, "It's not your fault ya know? No child or teen has that ability. It's them not us. I don't know what it's like not having a father figure, but I know what's it like loosing one and-"

Scoffing I finally glare up, "It's not me who's concerned. It's my mother. She's the one in deep grief..."

Rye makes a face as if he's out of options; "Ever tried talk to her?" He says. 

Shamefully I shake my head, seeing she's already lost one man in her life, it probably hurts her more that her son obviously wants nothing to do with her...maybe that all she needs is some reassurance...

"Do you still love her?"

I bit my lip, "Of course I do...i-its just. I wouldn't k-know what to say." I could feel the tears rising and I wasn't afraid to let them fall.

Rye gives me a comforting smile, "That's all she needs to hear. You still love her..."

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I have no words.

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