Roadtrip Sickfics & One Shots

1. Sonny :: I Know That You're The Feeling I'm Missing

Eurie: if you have any friends who are seniors, check up on them every now and then because they might not be handling this well. I'm not :/ here's another chapter I started while having a breakdown.

2019
Sonny closet was now empty, bare hangers along a metal pole running horizontally through the out cove. "Mum says you got five minutes. You'd better hurry up," his sister called out from the hallway. Considering he'd only started packing thirty minutes ago and was practically done, he was making pretty good time.

He was about to call out to Lolly that he was ready before tripping on a sneaker. One sneaker, to be exact, because the other sneaker wasn't in sight. Of course it wasn't. The other sneaker was packed away in one of the suitcases now stored in the car waiting to contain a young boy.

"I'm coming," Sonny called out, swiftly grabbing the lone shoe before walking through the bedroom doorway, blue suitcase in the hand not holding a sneaker.

His stomach was cluttered with butterflies the entire ride to the house where his old bandmate and his old bandmate's new band lived. It would soon be where he lived, hopefully for a long time. "You're nervous," his sister observed. It wasn't a question. But a statement she said as if it was obvious knowledge.

"Says you," he scoffed, attempting to hang on to whatever pride he had. But his leg bouncing up and down at hyper speed was betraying him. Getting the opportunity that he'd been given meant the world to him. He would no longer go to the train station every night, begrudgingly, knowing there was something more he wanted from life.

Most of the first day in the new house was blurred by a rush of excitement fueled adrenaline. He had fully planned to latch on to Andy, seeing as he was already well acquainted with the blonde. But he found he didn't actually need an anchor. Everyone treated him as a mate and he felt it easy to fit in.

The boys asked Sonny to sing a few bars of anything he wanted with Andy on guitar, which wasn't surprising. He was there to sing after all. Swaying from side to side, he sang and immediately wiped his clammy hands on his shirt after he was cut off.

Having to make all four boys laugh was probably one of the most awkward situations Sonny has ever been in and that's one of the few moments he worries he'll never be able to clear from his memories. He became well acquainted with Rye during that whole process...

The butterflies never left Sonny's stomach. But he found himself able to ignore their presence, distracted by the complete chaos that was Roadtrip. The boys were mental and he loved that. But once he was laying in an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by complete darkness and the knowledge this wasn't the room he was used to, the butterflies were all he could focus on.

When his mind became too much to listen to, he decided to sneak off to the kitchen for a snack. He hadn't realized anyone would've heard him leave his room. But he knew Brooklyn was awake because the boys had been texting just ten minutes earlier.

"Good morning, bro." Sonny felt a hand clasp his shoulder while he took a sip from the water cup in his left hand. He crooked his head slightly to see the voice came from Brooklyn, who looked just as wide awake as Sonny probably did.

He looked up at the digital clock on the microwave, which read two thirty seven. "I guess it is. Good morning to you, too."

"You normally a nocturnal creature?" Brooklyn asked, curious about the fact he wasn't the only one still awake for once.

Sonny shook his head. "Just can't sleep. I don't think I'm used to how new everything is yet." Brooklyn chuckled slightly and gave a knowing look.

"How nervous are you for this?" Sonny had to admit, he was a bit thrown off by how chill Brooklyn seemed right now. Out of everyone to have a heart to, Brooklyn seemed more likely to throw a chair into the pool.