down from five ✔randy

chapter 5

I was chilling on my bed, reading a book when Rye walked in. The other boys had gone off to go shopping.

Rye sat down on the sofa and looked up at me. He patted the spot next to him. I hesitated, but ended up climbing down from my bed and sat beside him.

"So, wanna tell me about your dream?" He asked softly. I shook my head.

"Why not?" He asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Because it's stupid." I replied flatly, pulling my knees up and resting my head on them.

"It's not stupid." He assured me, but I shook my head again.

"It is though." I replied, hugging my knees.

"I won't think it's stupid, I promise."

"Can't you see that I don't want yo talk about it?" I exclaimed. Rye looked taken aback.

"Why can't you tell me?" He asked.

"I told you. Because it's stupid. It really doesn't matter." I sighed. I began to stand up when Rye grabbed my wrist.

"Andy you promised you'd tell me." I could hear the hurt in his voice. And it hurt me to know that I was hurting him.

But he couldn't know. No-one could. This was something I had to keep to myself. No matter if it tore me apart. I could hurt everyone if they knew. I could ruin everything.