Abandoned Hotel, a Randy stories

Chapter 1, Exploring

Andy's pov

I was chilling in my bed playing FIFA when Rye walked into my room.

"He, Fovlar. Put your shoes on and come with me."

"Why?" I asked.

"I wanna show you something!" he walked out of my room. I sighed and put my shoes on. I got in his car and he drove.

Rye and I have been friends for a very long time now. We started a boyband together and slowly trailed more boys and worked our way up. Rye is the second most important person in my life, other than my mum. He really gets me. We can have deep conversations about anything. He always checks on me and makes sure I'm alright. He was there when I was going through the worst. I love him more then I love myself.

After two hours he finally stopped by a parking lot from a forest. We got out and started walking. After 15 minutes Rye got of track.

"Where you going?" I asked.
  
"Follow me." he replied. I didn't really want to follow him. There wasn't really a path. But Rye already started to walk so I sighed and gave in. My clothes kept on hooking behind branches and my shoes were covered in mud.
After 10 minutes we arrived by a huge abandoned building. Rye kept on walking towards it.
I stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

"That's illegal! What if the police come?" Rye laughed:

"Didn't you see where we walked through? It will take the police a very long time to find us. Plus, there was no one in the forest when we got of track." I sighed and kept on following him into the building.

"What was this?"

"This was a hotel. It went broke like 25 years ago. Almost nobody knows about this place anymore."
We entered the building by climbing through a broken window. The building was completely made out of concrete. There was gravity here and there but it seemed like nobody has been here for a while. Rye walked to the stairs and ran them up. Me with my asthma walked up the stairs slowly.

When I reached the top, I faced a window. I looked to the left. There was a hallway as far as you could look. On the left were rooms and on the right windows. I looked to my right. It looked exactly the same. But where was Rye? I walked to the left and start to call for Rye.

"Rye, where are you?" He didn't answer. I called for him again while looking in every room. Still no sign of him.
"Rye, stop fooling around this isn't funny!" I kept on calling for him but I couldn't find him. I had tears in my eyes, I was scared.

Suddenly I felt a hand around my waist and another one on my mouth. Blocking my cry for help.