sixty three ▪ "We are unique"

                                    

                                          
Looking towards Rye and Andy expectantly as the rest of the household sits on the couch, waiting for them to start. The two stand in front of us, glancing at each other.
                          
"Sooo.... What is this about?" Robbie decides to speak up, my eyes jumping to him before I tilt my head back at the two.
                          
"Well, we're looking for a new house, Blair knows already, so don't worry about that-" Andy begins, rushing the words out of his mouth before I interupt him.
                          
"We got kicked out, didn't we?" 
                          
"Noo" The tone Rye uses makes me suspicious and doesn't sound convincing at all.
                          
"Andy?" My gaze focuses on the blonde.
                          
"No, we didn't. We just found a house that suits us better. It's bigger, so everyone can have their own space and the location is improved as well" Andy can't help but smile, rolling his eyes playfully at my comment.
                          
"Does that mean I don't have to share with Ash anymore? Because she's a terrible roommate" Robbie speaks up, a glare directed at him as I cross my arms, Sonny and Brook chuckling from either side of me.
                          
"I'm not" I protest, Brook scoffing at my words.
                          
"You are. I mean Robbie didn't share a bed with you but you turn and toss a lot at night and kick me all the time" 
                          
"Well, that's because you deserve it" huffing, the chuckles around me increase for a moment before Andy speaks up again.
                          
"Anyway, guys" catching our attention, we all quiet down, curious for what Andy wants to say, "we're moving out at the beginning of next month, so these are the last few weeks here, just to let you know when you need to be packed up".
                          
"Thanks for taking care of us, Dad, but Brook and Jack are the only ones who need to hear this. A lot. Like every day" I quirk an eyebrow, receiving an already awaited shove from my right as Brook glares at me.
                          
"Don't call me Dad" Andy cringes, my eyes rolling before Sonny speaks up next to me.
                          
"Yeah, don't call him Dad" his face holds disgust as I need a moment to understand, my cheeks heating up in slight embarrassment as soon as I do.
"Chill, I didn't call him Daddy" trying to defuse the situation, I already know I'm making it worse as soon as the words slip out of my mouth.
                          
"Don't say that aloud!" Brook groans, Rye laughing his ass off by now with Jack and Robbie joining him.
                          
To be fair I didn't expect Rye to be cool with these sexual and flirty remarks between Sonny and I, and I'm not sure if Robbie knows yet. Well who am I kidding, Rye told him for sure. I don't blame him, but I feel like him and I are drifting from each other.
I tend to talk about my problems to Lewis instead of him, just because I feel weird talking about boy trouble when I was with his brother and now I'm with another guy. I don't want him to feel like he has to choose who he wants to support. He can't listen to me talking about Sonny while Rye might talk about me and how hurt he is.
                          
"Can we just change the subject" sighing, I try to hide my blush in my hands as I cover my face with both my hands.
                          
"Yes please! I for one am so for that" Brook yells, his hand resting on my shoulder as I cringe at the loud voice.
                          
"Well, we're done with what we had to say, but like, we can talk about lunch or dinner" Rye purses his lips as he shrugs his shoulders, his hands stuffed into the front pockets of his jeans.
                          
"Of course you're thinking about food" Robbie comments, probably rolling his eyes as I watch Rye offer a playful glare.
                          
"I'm up for cooking" shrugging my shoulders, I let my hands slip from my face, not feeling like a tomato anymore.