"It's just acting...Or is it?"

Chapter 39

Andy's POV

I watch the trees pass as I look out of the widow of the car. My mom being very sad to see us leave, but she knew we had to go back. Giving us each a kiss on the cheek saying how happy she was to see us happy.

The last time we were in here my heart was practically shattered in half. So many things have changed since then.

My entire heart belonged to rye but a piece of it belonged to Roadtrip. If we left that would mean we wouldn't ever sing all together on stage anymore. We won't be involved in all the laughter and adventures. I truly wanted to be with rye but I think it's going to break my heart to leave something I've worked so hard on behind.

"Andy, love what's going on in that head of yours." Rye's voice pulling me out of the depths of my thoughts.

"I'm just thinking about the band...I can't just let it go rye." I frown playing with his hand in my lap, His other tightening on the steering wheel.

"You don't have to Andy...but I won't stay. I can't keep going through this, it's mentally draining."

I take in a deep breath bringing my attention back to the trees. Wishing that time would stop so we didn't have to go back. Wishing that it wasn't such a big deal for us to be together.

A soft pop song came on through the speakers making my eyes droop but not going all the way closed. Then Rye started singing softly and it slowly pulled me under.

***

"Andy, wakeup we're home." Rye's voice was low and desolate slightly echoing as I came out of my sleep.
When I opened my eyes fully I see we're parked in front of the house, both of us reluctant to get out.

"Do you think anyone's awake?" I breathe. It was two in the morning the drive being extra long because we simply didn't want to come back.

"Probably only brook." Rye replies. Glancing at me. He slowly moves his hand to my chin pulling me closer to his face.

A sad sigh escapes his lips before they connect with mine. This kiss almost feeling like a goodbye In some weird way. But I shake the thought as best I can not wanting to think in this way.

When we pull apart for air he places his forehead on mine.

"This isn't goodbye rye."

"I know I just..." his eyes meet mine for a second. I search them wishing I could know exactly what he was thinking. But he just smiles softly brushing hair out of eyes. "Come on you look tired."

My face falls flat in response, but he shakes his head and gets out of the car. I follow grabbing my bag and house key treading my way to the door.

When we walk in all the lights were off and it was silent. Rye slightly nudges me through the door with his bag.

So many thoughts flood my mind as we make our way to our rooms. How it was just me and rye for so long before we had Brooklyn. All the late night talks about what the band would be like in the future. How we people would know the names Andy and Ryan. How this would be the big musical break that we dreamed about. Somehow we made a special bond talking about this dream. It brought us so much closer. Even back then the more we talked about our future the more I could only see him in mine. I think deep down I knew. Even with all the let downs He was there. Deep down I knew he was the reason I kept going with all these 'silly' dreams as some people called them.

"Andy? You alright?" His voice making me jump. I look around realizing I hand been staring at the Take This Home picture on my dresser, all my luggage still in my hands. I place the picture face down on the desk my heart breaking at the sight of it.

I ignore his words and move to put my things away.

"You wanna talk about it?" He closes the door behind him settling on my bed in just joggers. I breath not really in the mood for the butterflies in my stomach.

"No, Ryan" my voice coming off a little more aggressive than I intended it to.

When I turn around I'm met with a pouty crossed armed Ryan. The sight making all of my anger sadness melt away.

"What's with the face?"

"You called me Ryan in a mean voice." His pout being even more dramatic than before.

"Aww poor baby. Did I hurt your feelweeings?" I tease sliding into the covers next to him.

"Maybe a little bit." He chuckles pulling me onto him.

"I'm sorry. I'm just..."

"I know. I am too."

A comfortable silence falls between us. I snuggle in to ryes chest letting my brain run all the places it wants. He slowly runs a hand through my hair making me sigh.

I don't know how I ever thought my feelings for him were fake. All the kisses and the flirting. Enjoying every second of it but once we got to comfortable it immediately became acting for the camera.
Some how I would always be kind of sad about it not really understanding why, until now. His hand in my hair and me breathing in his scent. I had fallen for him way before I even thought about him in that way.

The soft fingers in my hair slowly lull me into a very sleepy state. Until my thoughts take one more path.

"Rye.."

"Hmm" he hums In response.

"I think we should tell the roadies about us leaving... on a live stream.."

"Why on a live? Why not in a video."

"I think you should just trust me on this one." I whisper moving into his neck kissing softly.

"Alright baby. Well do it tomorrow then." He kisses the top of my head letting my sleep take me.

They are going to be upset that we're leaving maybe we should show them the truth about it this time. I'm done lying to the Roadies.

A/N
Welcome to the last fuller chapter. The real tea Happens next chapter.

-H