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RYAN'S POV
"You can't do that," he yells, slamming the door behind him

I can't stand it when he does that. The fact that he is always looking for attention does not bother me, in fact it also makes me happy, to cuddle him and be with him under the covers, hugging each other to talk about our day and anything else. The sex then... the sex is fantastic, I never imagined it could be so beautiful, satisfying and exciting doing it with a guy, then with Andy it's always a surprise, but that's not the point.

"Where are you going?!" he reaches me running down the stairs. I am already in front of the entrance to the house and I am putting on my jacket.
"I'm going out" I put the phone in my pocket and slam the door of the house
"We're not done talking!" he opens the door of the house but I am already far away.

I keep walking and walking without even knowing where I'm going. I know the city well, that's not the problem, the problem is the anger. The scene of his lips stuck to those of his ex continues to reproduce in my head without an end.

ANDY'S POV

flashback

We go into the bar just to have a drink, to distract us from the past day. Ryan orders drinks at the counter while I take our seat at the table. There are many people tonight, being Friday night; before him there are five other people, I take my cell phone from my trouser pocket, time to read some message that I hear a person sitting next to me, not even time to turn off the cell phone and look at the person I feel his hand on mine . I look up suddenly to try to figure out who could have done something so brazen. My eyes meet his blacks, his hair with the same twist it used to be and the same bastard expression.

"How are you?" he asks with a smirk, to punch his face

"I was fine before I saw you" he smiles, tightening his grip on my hand and hurting me. I try to get out of his grip but in vain.

"Don't go around it, I know you missed me." he removes his hand from mine and I massage it from the pain. Without even having time to make it happen, his lips are on mine, he takes my face in his hands not to let me go, but rather to deepen the kiss. His tongue tastes of alcohol and smoke and it disgusts me, while Rye's tastes like peach tea and it's a whole other thing. I don't know how long the kiss lasted, but it stopped the moment we heard glasses fall.

"Rye!"

"What the fuck..." he can't finish the sentence in shock. I try to say something but he leaves the bar without giving me time to explain what was really happening. I try to reach him but I have lost track of him. I enter the bar and take my jacket, Alex looks at me smiling, satisfied with having made me suffer for the umpteenth time.

end flashback

JACK'S POV
It's three in the morning and we are all awake. Brook is calling Rye, I've called him seven times and Sonny five, we've sent him maybe a hundred texts, but he's not answering anyone. Andy is in my arms, he just fell asleep after crying for three hours. I haven't stopped cuddling him, knowing that it relaxes him and being the only thing I can do for him at the moment.
Andy and I have always been best friends, it helped me in my time when I was confused and didn't understand how I felt about Brook. He helped me come out to the boys and it's thanks to him that Brooky and I are together, I will never be grateful enough. He never bothered with the relationship that Andy and I have, but to me, he bothered how close he and Rye were, and I showed it, I don't like sharing.

"Unfortunately still nothing" Brook enters the room and closes the door, being careful not to wake Andy

"Is Sonny still calling him?" he nods