Real Life Fanfiction | Randy

Chapter 3 - Just A Bad Day

- Andy's POV -

Rye put me down on his sofa, brought me a pillow, a blanket and a glass of water. After that, he didn't really care about me. He went to the kitchen and left me alone, so I took the opportunity to look around the house. It was messy, full of clothes discarded on the floor, dirty dishes on the coffee table and... is that a bra?
Oh god right, Rye has always been a playboy. I often forgot it, since in my imagination, he's a complete gentleman. And I still thought he was, just had a bad day. Anyone can have a bad day, it's no big deal.

"Hungry?" he asked and I shook my head. He shrugged and sat down on the armchair not far away from me with a place of scrambled eggs in his lap. He turned on the TV and started watching a random action movie. I sighed and pulled my phone out. I didn't really like action movies, so I turned my attention to my phone and texted Brook.

Andy: how are things going?

I didn't have to wait long for a reply.

Brook: Oh good I swear I'm in love. Harper is so sweet and funny. We sang along to the music on the radio and he said I have a nice voice
Andy: Gah good for you
Brook: How bout u?
Andy: he's not too cute... he's having a bad day i guess
Brook: You sure? He might just be a huge asshole
Andy: no he's not! he's cute

"Are you feeling any better?" Rye asked and I smiled. He cares about me!"
"I think a bit better, thank you so much. You know you really shouldn't have done this but I'm so glad you did because-"
"Sssh this is a good part." he sushed me and turned his attention back to the TV.

Brook: He also asked for my number and we're gonna meet up😍😍😍
Andy: lucky bitch...

I sighed and put my phone down. I turned onto my side, facing the back of the sofa. I tried to close out the sounds of gunshots and somehow fell asleep.

- Rye's POV -

After the movie ended, I put the empty plate on the coffee table and turned the TV off. I stood up and turned to the boy on my sofa. He was already asleep, his phone on the table next to him. I knew I shouldn't have taken it, but hey, they tried to sneak into my show.
So I took the phone and went to the kitchen again.

I opened it and saw his lock screen first. It was me with a microphone in my hand. On the bottom of the picture, it said "It's just a bad day, not a bad life" and I had no idea what that was. It wasn't a quote because I've never heard it before, but... it made me smile.

I tried to unlock it, unsurprisingly, the password was my birthday.

The first thing that opened was a chat with Brook. Brook told him about his night with Harper, but I didn't really care about that. I opened the gallery instead and there were a few albums. The first was named "Us" and there were many pictures of him and Brook.
The second was named "Me" and he had a few selfies, a few videos in there. I clicked on one where he had a guitar in his hand and the video started playing. It was an acoustic cover of one of my songs and god, he had a great voice.

Then the next album was named "My love" and it was full of pics and videos of me. I smiled to myself, for some unknown reason.

Then I went to his Instagram, where I searched for myself. I looked around and saw he liked and commented on every single post of mine. I opened the chat with me and saw he actually sent texts to me which I've never seen...

I checked out his profile too. His bio said his name was Andy Fowler and he was 18. Good, then he's not some creepy 15 years old little guy. There were selfies of him, videos of his singing or just about him playing on a guitar or on a piano. I didn't like admitting it, but he seemed to be a very talented person who was just obsessed with me like a lot of other people.

I put his phone back down on the table and went to bed. And I definitely did not think about him. Nope...

- Andy's POV -

When I woke up the next day, I felt much better. My head wasn't hurting anymore and I was ready to leave. Yes, I wanted to leave. I didn't want real Rye to destroy my fantasies by being real. I just wanted to believe he had a bad day yesterday and I just wanted to leave it at that. So I grabbed my stuff, chugged the glass of water he gave me and left a note next to it saying I left and thanked him for taking care of me.
I walked out of the house... and then remembered I had no idea where I was.

Andy: brook!!
Andy: i have no idea where i am!
Andy: how am i gonna go home?!
Brook: Are you at Rye's?
Andy: just out the door yes
Brook: Harper said you should just go straight forward until you reach the Main Street and then you'll know the road from there
Andy: wtf is harper still there?
Brook: Nah he just said you might not be able to go home so he told me this last night
Andy: gr8
Brook: But I could text him to take you home
Andy: brook i stg
Brook: Ok ok I'll stop talking about Harper...
Andy: i like it usually
Andy: just... not now
Brook: Is he not like you imagined?
Andy: he just had a bad day
Andy: i know he's not like this...
Brook: Look I'm gonna meet you know who in a few days, if you want to, I could ask him to talk to Rye
Andy: no. just enjoy yourself
Brook: Sure?
Andy: 100%

As I talked to Brook, I walked up to the Main Street and walked home from there. When I finally arrived home, my mum was so angry.

"Where the hell were you?! I couldn't sleep at all, I was so worried! I was about to call the police! Do you think this is funny?! Going out and giving your mother a heart attack?! Where were you Andrew?!"

"Me and Brook were walking around the city and some guy opened a bar's door and I didn't see it and walked into it. I fell backwards and fainted as I hit my head on the sidewalk. The guy who opened the door took me to his house while I was unconscious so I could rest. I slept on his sofa, then when I woke up I left." I told her the fake story I made up in my head while I was walking.
"You fainted?! And slept in a strangers house?! Why didn't you go to Brooklyn's?"

God well I wasn't expecting that question.

"Look mum I was unconscious. I had no idea what was going on, so I don't know anything. The guy who's sofa I slept on told me this when I woke up this morning." I improvised.
"Well ask Brooklyn." she said.
I sighed and pulled out my phone and texted Brook quickly. I already told him my alibi on my way home, so I just texted him "help tell my mum why didn't I go to urs" and when he texted back a thumbs up, I called him.

"Hey man! So I just got home and mum was asking me questions. There's one thing I don't know the answer to, because I was unconscious when that happened. Why didn't I go to yours and went to this guy's place instead?"
"Wait I wanna hear it!" my mum said and I rolled my eyes before putting it on speaker.
"You're on speaker now." I said quickly, then Brook started talking.
"Well there were two guys actually, not one and there was one who slammed the door into your face and the other, his friend. Well this guy said you should go to the nearest place and turns out the guy who hit you lived the closest. I tried to protest and tell them I could take you home or to a hospital, but they insisted on taking you to wherever they took you. Then the one who hit you picked you up and carried you to the end of the road where he lives and the other stayed with me and told me he'd take me home with his car. I tried to say no because why the hell would I get into a stranger's car, but he didn't let me. But he was quite a gentleman, he took me home safely."
"Mum?" I looked over to my mum as Brook finished his story.

I looked over to my mum and saw as she nodded, saying she believes me. I said goodbye to Brook and hung up. Then I hugged my mum to say sorry.
"I love you so much Andy baby. Please don't do anything like this again."
"I won't." I promised, because I was sure there weren't gonna be any more nights quite like this.

Poor Andyyyy! Do you guys think Rye likes him? Or no? Lmk in the comments!💕💕