Abandoned Hotel, a Randy stories

Chapter 38, Smart Roadies

Rye's pov

It was the fourth day. I woke up with and turned on my side to meet Andy. I watched him sleep, softly snoring and deeply breathing. The sun hits his eyes and the started to squirt them. After a few seconds he opened his eyes to meet mine.

"Good morning beautiful." I said.

"How long have you been looking at me?"

"A while." I said. We chuckled. Just when I wanted to snuggle with him, my phone went off. It answered it, it was Sonny.

"Ey bro, what's up?" I said.

"Ey, not much but maybe you should check insta and especially the Randy tag or the Randy is real tag."

"Why?" I asked.

"The Roadies are on to you guys." I hanged up and looked on insta. SHIT. There was a lot of Randy content and new theories about us. The same four pictures were posted and reposted; one with a glimpse of the rose paddles on the floor underneath the bed, a clear shot of Andy's suitcase in my room, a picture of me with Andy's bag and a screen of the reflection of what looks like Andy in my cola. These were all from my stories on insta. They must have seen it and screened it and put it al over the internet. SHIT. I scrolled through the post. I saw one with a clear theory and screens.
"I think Randy is together on ski vacation, as Andy posted a few days ago on his story that he was going away for a few days. And guys who is away too? Yep, Rye!
Rye made a story of his room and you can clearly see Andy's suitcase standing in the corner of the room next to the bed. Then the second day Rye posted a story from some music in town and you can see he is caring Andy's bag! And then the third day you can see Andy's reflection in Rye's Cola!
I think they are on a romantic week because there were rose paddles underneath the bed plus it's a double bed! Randy is real!"
I was shocked at this. What can I do?

"What's wrong babe?" Andy asked while stringing himself out. I didn't say a thing, I just showed him the post.

"Shit... Now what?" he said. I made a gesture that I had no idea as well.

"I mean, none of this is clear evidence though. I mean, you could have taken my bags with you instead of your own. And that screen of me in your coke could be anybody." Andy noticed while looking at the pictures. I nodded.

"But how am I going to make clear that I'm with no one? Or at least not you?" Andy and I started to think.

"What if we cleared out your bags and put them on the hallway real quick and you do a story, people will see that only my bags are here so they will think that you use my bags. And maybe a story of the après ski and pretend you have friends or something, that you are with friends skiing and not with a date."

"That's a good idea." I said while thinking. That's a lot of work but we need to cover it up!
We got out of bed and put my bags on the hallway and I did a quick story. I filmed myself saying; "You guys, look at this view." and then turned the camera looking outside. The only luggage you saw on this story was Andy's suitcase and bag. Good!

We spent the day skiing and then that evening we went to the après ski. Of course with a goal, but it turned out to be much more fun than we actually thought it would be! We actually met funny people who we started to drink with. I made a few stories with the new met buddies and then I put my phone away to party with Andy. We got back to our room. WE WERE SO DRUNK! Andy was hyper and started to dance in the room and pretended he was Elsa from Frozen. I just sat on bed and watched him being himself.

The next morning I checked my phone and saw that the idea of a Randy vacation was out of sight. I sighed with relief and let myself sink away in the pillows.
It didn't take long for Andy to wake up and turning over to me.

"So, how are the Roadies?" he asked me.

"Good. The idea of us going out is getting more and more fainted so. Yeah." I pressed a kiss on his head and started to play with his hair.

"Why don't we tell them?" he said.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not? They love the Randy ship, so what if it was real?"

"Don't you forget something? Or better, someone?" Andy went silent as he thought but quickly realised who I was talking about.

"I think we should have a conversation with Blair first before we tell the Roadies." I said.

"We can call him now for an appointment?" Andy proposed with a big smile on his face. The all too familiar knot came back in my stomach. No, please not. I want to keep it a secret for as long as possible. I kept silent and Andy turned around. He got up and went to the bathroom. I'm sorry Andy, not yet.

It was the fifth day and we went skiing again with the new buddies we made in the après ski yesterday. The boys were more skilled like me so we went of the black slope while Andy and the girls took a different one. This slope was kind off scary as it was very steep, but I managed to get down safely. Once we got down we went to a bar and started to drink and eat and talk about the different slopes we went off. I met this one girl called Stephanie. She was tall and had dark brown hair with a soft curl in it. She had bright blue eyes and freckles on her nose. She was the only girl that went of the black slope with us. She has been skiing since she was six. We had a lot in common and we were really hitting it off. So much even that I forgot about Andy for a second. I turned around but saw that he was kept company by the other girls. The group invited us to go see the area tomorrow with them, and I accepted that offer. We haven't seen much besides the town and the slopes.

The next day we spent in the car and in different towns. Eating, drinking, walking and having fun. Stephanie really hang onto me, but I didn't really care. Not as much as Andy at least. When we got back to our room Andy got mad at me.

"Why did you ignore me all day? Did I do something wrong?" he asked me.

"No." I said. "Why?"

"You only have eyes for misses professional and spent no time with me today and yesterday!"

"First off, her name is Stephanie. Secondly, she is really nice. And it's not my fault that you can't go of a black slope!"

"I know that, but I mean. It was almost like I was invisible for you. You didn't hold my hand or something or talked to me. Why?" a silent moment followed.

"And why don't you want to tell Blair about us?" another silent tone felt.
Andy sighed and went to bed. I went later.

The last day we spent in our room, chilling around, but we didn't talk much. It was so hard for me what happened last night. That knot in my stomach tightened more and more every time we are talking about "us" or calling each other boyfriend in public, or thinking about telling the world.

I don't want to be gay.

We left that evening and flew back home.

One week later my mind was so full. Every day when I saw Andy he had this look on his face begging me to tell him what's on my mind. That night I went out alone into town. I needed to clear my head. Catch some fresh air, out of sight of Andy and the boys. I walked into a bar and sat down ready to get waisted.

"Hey Rye! What's wrong? Are you ok?"