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A week had passed after the events of that eventful summer night. Dylan was kept in the hospital for a total of five days without hearing any word from his friends and nobody to talk to since Ryan was taken away by police to meet with the others for questioning.
Ryan had left the hospital only hours after they had their confession and make-out rendezvous, being taken away by police after he was deemed stable enough to be discharged.
Of course, not before finally handing Dylan his phone number on a sticky note-- which fucking ruled, big achievement for Dylan. Except it didn’t completely 100% rule because their phones were under restricted access by the police, and he wasn’t even able to use his phone until the third day of medical supervision and lonely hospital nights. Ryan had called him the moment phone calls were allowed and explained what was going on over at the hotel where the rest of the gang were being held at.
With nobody to blame, they were all the primary suspects of the several dead bodies littered across camp. But more than anyone, Ryan and Laura were in the hottest water due to the fact they were the most implicated to the deaths of the Hacketts what with all their DNA over the murder weapons.
Ryan had hinted to him the excuse they were going with. They were being hunted by the Hacketts for some occult reason involving freaky blood rituals and “virgin sacrifices” as Ryan told him, which Dylan wasn’t sure was the actual word per word explanation he told the law or just something he said to mess with Dylan. At least the excuse would explain the concerning amount of blood splatter across camp and on their bodies when they first left the camp, and the cameras in Chris’ secret not-sex dungeon…and the cages in the Hackett residency… and, everything else really. And yes maybe there was mention of bears attacking the camp to top it all off. In the end, the bears had to get involved somehow.
The entire dead family would take the fall minus Travis of course who would go on to say that he had no idea that his family was partaking in cult activity. It was a long shot but the collected evidence they had gathered and presented to the police was framed in a way that made the other Hacketts look bad, and the campers innocent.
Dylan couldn’t imagine how much it must have sucked for Ryan to have to put the blame on Chris Hackett and accuse him of being directly involved in a freaky cult that was trying to sacrifice a bunch of teen camp counselors. It couldn’t have been easy, being so close to someone and getting to know their children, then having to watch those children die and then having to kill Chris, and then blaming them for all the shitty things that had happened or else they’d all be branded as murderers and be thrown in jail for life at the ripe age of 19.
But Ryan made no show of breaking down, his voice over the phone strong and stable as ever. Ryan had hinted over the phone that Travis wasn’t taking having to blame his dead family very well at all, but without him he wasn’t sure they’d be able to claim innocence. Apparently, he was taking a major role in clearing them from guilt. Dylan distantly wondered how valid Travis’ word was considering he was quite literally also a Hackett, but he was the best they got.
On the fifth day of being stuck at the hospital, Dylan felt relatively stable and clear headed. He didn’t need to be drugged out of his mind with pain killers and attached to IV bags full of blood anymore and finally had some color back to his complexion. Amazingly his stub hadn’t gotten infected. Thanks to the miracle of modern day medicine, Dylan could say he was feeling relatively okay-ish.
That same day his surgeon had entered his room for the first time to kindly inform him he was being kicked out from the hospital along with instructions on how to take care of his wound at home, and Ryan had called him shortly after to explain to him they were being granted permission to leave, “innocent until proven guilty” and all that. Albeit with some conditions and restrictions until they were 100% cleared from fault, of course.
And then they did.
Dylan was discharged and from one moment to the next, he was being picked up from the hospital lounge by his sobbing mother who took them home, crying the entire drive home with Dylan doing his best to console her that hey, a missing hand is nothing-- should’ve seen the other guy, or the other bear he’d have to say. He knew his mother knew that a bear couldn’t have done this to his hand, but he had no choice but to lie to her.
All of them would have to lie to their loved ones. Nobody but the ones who lived through it would ever be able to understand what happened that night. Honestly, if he didn’t have the others to validate what happened that night, he might have thought he went on some crazy acid trip and made the entire thing up in his head. That would at least be easier to explain.
Two more days passed after that, and no word or updates or anything from any of his friends and none from Ryan. The only company he had was his mother’s persistent doting on him, his racing thoughts and bouts of panic that came and went along with his bouts of pain and nausea, and the security tracking app that every camper went home with installed on their phone to keep watch on their internet search history and location, with the added requirement of having to keep their phones on them at all times until the entire shitstorm blew over. He couldn’t bare to read any news articles, either. He would stick to watching comfort shows and listening to white noise to drown out his unwanted thoughts and feelings when he was left alone with them for too long.
A whole week since the shit show that would change his entire life.
Dylan was laying in his bed, unable to fall asleep as he stared at the dark ceiling while his cat rested on his stomach, hand idly petting her as she purred softly accompanied by the sounds of crickets out his bedroom window when his phone lit up like a beacon in the dark room.
Dylan squinted at the light before stopping his pets to reach for his phone at his side. And then very nearly almost dropped his phone right on his face when he read the notification on his screen--
1 new message from: Ryan <3
Dylan’s heart sped up at the sight. Ryan just texted him after a whole 48 hours of radio silence, cool, cool. What time even was it? He had been staring into space for so long with his mind blank while therapeutically petting his overly affectionate cat, he didn't even know if seconds or hours had passed.
He opened up the message after several missed attempts at pressing the letter R that appeared at the corner of his screen.
Today 1:15am
Ryan <3:
Hey. It’s ryan.. Just wanted to check in on how you were doing. After everything. How’s the hand?
And then a couple seconds later of Dylan processing the words on his phone, another text appeared on his screen.
Now that I think about it in hindsight maybe I shouldn't be texting you at 1am when youre probably asleep.
Dylan smiled at his screen, trying to gather up his brain cells to think of something witty or flirty to say in response before another message appeared before he could finish the text he was writing out—
Just. I feel like I shoulve texted sooner. Adjusting back to life and family and all has kept each of us busy I bet..But still, I’ve been thinking about you.
— aaand that momentarily stopped his brain from functioning at all.
Dylan’s grin got wider as those familiar butterflies fluttered in his stomach and made him want to throw up or scream or hurl his phone against the wall. Was Ryan a sentimental at 1am kind of texter? He wasn’t used to him being so outwardly cute with him, remembering the stoic gritty and commanding side he showed back at camp.
Then again, that side of Ryan really only came out because they were dealing with werewolves that wanted to kill and eat them. Aside from "alluring and mysterious" Ryan or "gritty commanding leader" Ryan, Ryan had always been kind of weirdly sweet when dealing with the kids back at camp. Dylan smiled to himself at the happier memories he had of summer camp, of Ryan trying his best to cheer up a crying kid and doing a--now that Dylan thought about it-- an awkwardly cute job at doing it, sitting with the kid and sneaking them his phone (that he was not supposed to have) so they could play with some apps there, or listening to their little 10 year old life problems without judgement, or offering something in his possession like an extra muffin he had snagged from the cafeteria the night before when he thought nobody was watching him.
He responded as fast as texting with one hand allowed him to text.
Dylan:
Wasn’t sleeping. Arms fine now. Actually was just scrolling through Pinterest for inspiration on fun hand replacements. Thinking I might go with permanently super gluing one of those vending machine sticky hand toys to my stub. Fun and functional. Also sorry slow texter kinda hard to write w 1 hand. How’s the stab wound?
Ryan <3:
Stab wound’s completely healed now, werewolf magic…Why’re you awake right now. Go to sleep.
Dylan:
K u can’t just ask why someone’s awake after texting them first. Plus I should be the one asking you that question
Ryan <3:
Already told you why
Dylan felt his cheeks go pink as he laughed softly to himself, unavertedly waking his cat as she lifted her head in annoyance before plopping it back down on his stomach.
Dylan:
Cause u were super worried and enamored by me and couldn’t stop thinking about me in the deep throes of night. Don’t be shy u can say how much u super like me
Ryan <3:
😐 mmhm…
Almost forgot how much of a wise cracking smart ass you were
Dylan:
You signed up for this. I didn’t make you, remember
He paused before adding after a moment,
And I mean anyways, I’ve been thinking about you too. Mayyybe a little more than a healthy number of times
Dylan threw his phone face down on his pillow, wanting to cover his face and shake off the nervous jitters from his honesty. Ryan didn’t respond for a while, making Dylan silently scream in his head before his phone pinged again. He grabbed at it instantly.
Ryan <3:
Guess you can’t take me out on that date until all this security lays off us
And then, yeah. Reality. He almost forgot that there was an unknown agent identity tracking their phones for “investigative purposes”. Not his fault Steve the imaginary FBI agent’s job entails being creepy and monitoring the search history and GPS location of a bunch of teenagers instead of the 'how to get away with killing an entire family at summer camp for fun' google search imaginary FBI agent Steve was hoping for.
Dylan:
Sorry that I can’t be more romantic and show up to your house holding a bouquet of flowers w one hand and the other hand on the wheel of my Ferrari convertible
Dylan hesitated before texting again, chuckling when he saw the bubble appear and then disappear indicating Ryan was texting then stopped when he saw Dylan was still writing. He was giving him the time he needed to send his slow texts. It made Dylan feel warm and giggly but also emphasized the fact that people had to be patient with him now. It made a quiet frustration bubble in his chest like reflux.
Speaking of which on a more serious note you should probably prepare yourself mentally to be the designated driver and designated everything when we do hang out
Ryan <3:
Sorry you lost me on me imagining you being romantic
Dylan:
Hey ouch, I could literally sweep you off your feet with how romantic I could be
Ryan <3:
Mhm
Dylan:
Okay well I’m better at being romantic than shooting a gun at least
Ryan <3:
Ha, you admitted to being a terrible shot. I’ll be waiting for you to prove you have romance game. Maybe you can still redeem yourself
Dylan laughed, feeling the tug of guilt and frustration in his chest lessen with the way Ryan didn’t seem to care about the fact he was different now, unable to do half the things he could do easily before. He shook the feeling away before the ugly thoughts could gnaw at him and make him spiral like he knew he would if he didn’t end the train of thought before it went down the rabbit hole of Dylan’s fucked up psyche.
Instead he focused on how nice it felt to be fully flirting with his camp crush over text because Ryan finally gave him his number, talking about the plans they’d have together because they were a thing now. When and if they were all cleared from guilt, he’d vow to take Ryan on the sappiest date he could think of and swoon him so hard he’d be left breathless. Maybe he’ll have to show up to his house with a red rose in between his teeth on horseback.
He snapped out of his thoughts when his phone pinged again after several minutes, realizing that he had been staring off into the distance daydreaming instead of responding to Ryan’s last text.
Ryan <3:
You probably want to sleep now right?… I’ll just go ahead and let you do that
He couldn’t help the pang of disappointment at the thought of ending the conversation so soon. He’d much rather lose sleep and keep talking with Ryan. An itch of doubt scratched at the back of his mind, that maybe Ryan was the one who wanted to end the conversation… Dylan shrugged it off, doing as he always did when his self doubt and insecurities threatened to pull him under.
Dylan:
Id much rather be talking to you than sleeping, babe
Ryan <3:
Ok wow you cant just catch me off guard like that
Dylan:
What is it too soon for “babe”?
Ryan <3:
And there it is again. The more you say it the more I think youre just messing with me you know
He winced. Okay, Dylan. Maybe tone it down.
Dylan:
Sorry. Thats just the overcompensating Dylan talking.
Ryan <3:
What are you overcompensating for? Its just you and me texting … its not like were not back at camp
Dylan:
Its so sweet that you dont realize that you actually make me pretty nervous and want to overcompensate, Ryan
Ryan <3:
Okay? Hold up… I make you nervous? In a bad “youre making me feel uncomfortable and awkward” kind of way?
Dylan:
No.
In a “this super cute boy is texting me and showing interest in me and I dont know how to handle it because im still not used to actually having my feelings reciprocated” kind of way. Like that one bird from that one nature channel documentary that tried winning the heart of the other bird by puffing its ridiculous looking wings out and doing their little dancey dance, but in an alternate reality where it actually works out for him
Ryan <3:
Yeah I actually have no idea what youre talking about, Ive never watched nature documentaries
Dylan:
You’ve NEVERwatched.. Okay ima put a tab on that one. Forget the nature documentary part that’s not the point
Ryan <3:
Alright well, I think I get you.. Sort of.. But, It's not like… this whole arrangement is one sided or anything
Dylan:
Whaaat do you mean by that.
Ryan <3:
You're seriously going to make me say something super cheesy but fine whatever Ill just say it. Just get ready for a really long paragraph.
Dylan stared at his screen anxiously waiting while staring at the ellipses that appeared on the chat indicating Ryan was typing for a long…long while. He bit the inside of his lip with anticipation, mind ruminating with thoughts of Ryan , almost impressed by the way he could easily stir his emotions up and convert Dylan into a teenaged anxious mess by the swipe of a hand. And then after what felt like an eon, the message appeared.
What im trying to say is…youre this.. reasonably funny (or,fine,veryfunny,shutup), witty dude that’s charming and not at all trying to hide that youre into me by all the outward flirting. And at that point my interest is definitely piqued because someone funny and attractive has the hots for me so I’m not at all disliking the attention. But then I find out that youre actually into all this other stuff like tech and physics so now I know youre not only the funny ‘camp Dylan’ as you call it but also pretty damn smart and skillful. So like, I'm already impressed by you and find you kind of fascinating because I had this idea of you in my head and you were completely inverting my expectations. But it doesnt even end there because apparently to top it all off youre some kind of badass who willingly gets their hand chopped off and manages to think of a creative way to not get us killed while under the pressure of being attacked by blood thirsty werewolves. And throughout the entirety of the nightmare from hell night, even after getting your entire actual hand cut off by me, youre still... just really considerate of others? And I never mentioned it to you, but the group had some time to talk in between interrogations and Kaitlyn told me what you did for her back at the scrap yard. So like, shit, Dylan, you don’t think all that doesn’t do anything for me? Maybe I’m not entirely into just the camp radio you but the you in its grand entirety.
So like, yeah.
No need to overcompensate.
Dylan read the words on his screen over and over again with an awestruck expression, lips parted, jaw hanging, eyes wide, cheeks hot, feeling completely raw and vulnerable as his stomach flipped like he were at the tipping point right before a rollercoaster made its floaty descent down to earth. This time, Dylan couldn’t help but make noise as he grabbed the pillow at his side and suffocated himself with it as he inhaled a deep, deep breath, before letting out a long, muffled scream. His cat got up from her relaxed position on his stomach with a quiet meow and jumped off the bed to sleep in her own bed instead but he only vaguely noticed her depart. He thinks if he kept his mouth open long enough he would let out an embarrassingly high pitched giggle, so instead he bit his lip while smiling as wide as he had wanted to when Ryan first kissed him at the campfire those many dream-like and nightmare-like nights ago.
His phone pinged.
Ryan <3:
Okay so youre just gonna let me sit here in my embarrassment after I metaphorically threw up my entire heart to you
Dylan:
Hold on man just hold on for a second just give me a minute
And Dylan took a minute, taking a deep inhale of breath to regain control over his starstruck giddiness.
Dylan:
Phew
Okay
Holy fuck balls
Ryan <3:
Nicely worded response
Dylan
Okay wait, Ryan. You don’t understand. I need to paint this picture out to you okay? OKay . God damn shitty swping text feature isnt even letting me type as fast as I want
Okay
I have been crushing on you. For THE longest time. Stress on the capital THE longest time. First of all, I first started noticing you literally the first second I saw you, with the way you had your earphones in and kind of hung out at the back and didnt say much and were just…serious and cool and alluring and im GAY okay, so I had noticed the way the sunlight reflected off your skin and your dark eyes and i was like oh okay so hes hot and I sorta came to the realization I may have been in deep, deep shit when you laughed for the first time at a dumb joke i said, and i thought oh no hes cute and his voice is deep and his laugh is adorable. And this was before I even knew what your name was by the way.
So mind you, Ryan, I am over the moon over this confession because it was almost embarrassing how whipped I was. Or, am. Plus, you taking the role as leader when we were all scared and trying not to die was pretty attractive too. Annoying when I didnt agree with your decisions. But attractive nevertheless. And then after the hospital kiss happened, and when you admitted to me that you're not actually all that mysterious and edgy, ive started seeing you more like... well, a human instead of a sexy unreachable guy. And I honestly, really, really, like that human.
Ryan <3:
Wow okay
Alright I see what you mean by needing a minute
Dylan:
Glad we can see eye to eye
Ryan <3:
We havent even gone on a date yet and I feel like I just had the most intimately honest conversation ive ever had with anyone in my entire life. And over text.
Dylan:
Hey Im an only child so dont @ at me, I havent had any intimate and honest conversations in my life either
Ryan <3:
I officially dont think Ill be able to look at you in person anymore without being painfully shy and crap
Dylan:
You?? Shy? I dont think I can possibly imagine it
Ryan <3:
When did i give you the impression that I'm impervious to being shy
Dylan:
I dont know Ryan, maybe when you werent shy in the least when we had that tender moment in the radio hut… you know….
Ryan <3:
Do not. Say it.
Dylan:
That time wheeeen you cut off my hand. Very not-shy behavior.
Ryan <3:
Oh my god
You literally told me to do it
Dylan:
Yeah and you just listened?????
Ryan <3:
You were very convincing?
Dylan:
Dear god, I fear the things you’d be willing to do with the right amount of encouragement
Ryan <3:
Hey remember when we were having a moment
Dylan:
Emotionally honest conversations are my kryptonite i need to include a joke somewhere after baring my heart and soul or i will die
Ryan <3:
Im rolling my eyes right now
Dylan:
Thank you I appreciate the visuals
Im imagining having you in my warm right sided embrace right now
Ryan <3:
Didnt need the adjectives. Just the warm embrace is fine, I can imagine the rest.
Also, smooth.
Dylan:
So Ive heard.
But, actually, I really want to see you
Ryan <3:
See you say that youre not used to honesty and then say things like that
Dylan:
I cant help myself :(
I become more insufferably sappy the more I like someone
Ryan <3:
I mean, I'm not used to it at all but i cant say i dislike it. Just know that i likely will shy and hide away from you if you keep at it long enough
Dylan:
Id love to see that. THAT sounds adorable
Ryan <3:
OK alright you can stop that now
Dylan:
You liiiiike it, ive seen you smile whenever i flirt with you
Ryan <3:
Shut your mouth
Dylan:
Make me ;)??
Ryan <3:
Really wish I could but alas, a fine example of technology cockblocking in the modern century
Dylan laughed. He felt like he couldnt physically grin wider than he was at that moment. He sat with the feeling for a while, enjoying the way his heart fluttered with unrestricted joy and his stomach did excited leaps and twirls the more he texted with Ryan.
But of course, Dylan can’t have nice things and the back of his mind urged him, pressing into his subconsciousness into consciousness as he felt almost… wrong… to be returning to normalcy so easily. Too easily. Dylan had been expecting a massive breakdown that just hasn’t come yet. He shouldn’t be feeling this happy. It was almost like a blaring red warning sign that had distantly been ringing in his head this entire time since his adrenaline went down from survival mode and has been getting louder with the happier he felt. And of course, he ignored it. Ignored the ugly thoughts and insecurities and tried desperately to let himself have something decent for himself, for once.
Ryan <3:
Maybe after I visit you, I could pick you up and take you back to my place?
And yeah, this was as good a way as any to distract Dylan from the wrongness he felt from feeling anything but misery. He choked on his own spit as he took a double take at the text he just read.
Dylan:
Ryan, dearest, this reads like a sultry man at a club trying to take a woman back to their place for some adult fun
Ryan <3:
Okay you know that was NOT how i meant it to read
I simply meant. Taking you. Bringing you to my place.
Dylan:
Uh huuuuh?
Ryan <3:
Showing you my pet snake. Introducing you to my little sister who really wants to meet you apparently.
Dylan:
Oh my god wait thats a couple of things to unpack from just that sentence alone
You have a pet snake?? And a little sister??
Why does she want to meet me. She knows about me? Youve talked to her about me??
I need answers, Ryan.
Ryan <3:
Alright, yes, I have an albino ball python.
Dylan waited. No response.
Dylan:
And???? Where are the rest of my answers?
Ryan <3:
Hahah, alright fine Ill bite. Yes i do have an 11 year old sister who is very nosy and i had to explain, with a loooooot of details missing, about what happened at summer camp and why i was being interrogated by the police for a week. Some omission of information and lies here and there and yes she ultimately found out about you. And now she wont leave me alone because i mentioned kissing you at the campfire for truth or dare
Dylan:
Oh my god that is so adorable, actually
I totally figured you as a reptile owner, that part is SO fitting for you. But you having a little sister? I never imagined it and somehow it makes sense. AND she wants to meet me? No getting rid of me now Ryan, I am officially invested and getting all up in your family affairs. Once I meet your sister thats final, no getting rid of me
Ryan <3:
Wasn’t thinking of getting rid of you in the first place. You and Rylee would get along. She’s a complete foil from me. Social butterfly, nosy and loud, way too invested in other people's business.
Dylan:
Oh my god her name is Rylee. Rylee and Ryan, siblings with similar names and opposite energies. I am so 100% behind this new piece of information
Dylan gloated before stopping short. How much did Ryan’s family know about what happened at summer camp? How much did they know about the reason behind Dylan’s missing hand? Did they know at all? He felt insecurity churn his stomach again.
But uh. Does she…. Know about …my missing hand ? By chance?
Ryan <3:
She does
Dylan:
Oh okay
Ryan <3:
I told her that a bear took your hand while you were defending us against a bear attack
Dylan:
And there goes the bears again. While that’s a lot less traumatizing than the actual story and extremely flattering that you would paint me as a bear fighting hero by the way, you’ve probably scarred your sister from bears forever by telling her one ate the hand of your camp friend
Rylan <3:
That’s fine, she hates camp anyways
Dylan:
Oh?
Rylan <3:
Yeah, she doesn’t like the whole… getting away from society and phones and TV for some nature bonding time thing. Which actually really, really worked out in the end.
Oh, Dylan thought to himself. Ryan’s sister is definitely within the age category of the summer camp demographic. If she had wanted to, she would have been part of the Hacketeers summer camp fun. And if she had stayed with her big brother that extra night where things went wrong instead of going home with the rest of the kids…. Dylan cringed at the thought.
Dylan:
Yeah. Yeah, fuck camp.
Ryan <3:
Fuck camp is right
Dylan bit his lip, thinking of the way this new context shined on Ryan’s relationship with Chris’ kids. He wondered if Ryan had seen Chris’ kids like another little sister and brother. The thought was incredibly sad if true. He wondered if Ryan had talked about Chris and Kaylee and Caleb with anyone at all.
The conversation came to a pause, as if the both of them were thinking the same thing and teetering on the edge of whether they should pursue their mutual train of thought or not.
He sighed. They both were never gonna talk about what happened to them willingly, huh? He sure as hell knew that he was bad with recounting traumatic memories without trying to discount them with jokes. And he sure as hell knew Ryan was just too much of a hard ass to acknowledge the elephant in the room either. As dreamlike as this all was, he wasn’t sure if Ryan would still want to continue with… them….when Dylan inevitably couldn’t run away from the reality of what had happened anymore and broke down into an ugly traumatized mess. If he wasn’t already saving for his college funds he would have invested in therapy. He would just have to trust Ryan’s words that he genuinely liked Dylan, and trust that he would stick around after what felt like his inevitable crash and burn.
Ryan <3:
So by the way. I think Emma’s planning on making a group chat some time soon. that's my guess at least because she kept bothering me to give her your number and then kept asking for mine back when we were at the hotel
Ryan offered them both an out with the change of topic, which Dylan gladly accepted as he began to write.
Dylan:
Handing out your number all willy nilly now Ryan? And here I thought I was special for finally scoring it myself
Ryan <3:
Ha. Ha. I don’t exactly go around vigorously making out with people willy nilly either, for your information
Dylan:
So I am special ;)?
Ryan <3:
Yup. Yes you are
Dylan:
Okay I wasn’t expecting the actual agreement dont throw off my game like that . I’m blushing now
Ryan <3:
Can’t dish what you can’t take
Dylan:
Okay. So are we going to be flirting like this in the actual group chat that’s inevitably made? This is not exactly subtle
Ryan <3:
Eh they won’t notice. I think everyone’s too transfixed in their own shit right now
Dylan:
Ooh yea, you’re right about that. Plenty of shit to be transfixed with. Good thing I don’t have relatives I keep in touch with to bother me with questions though. Just me and ol righty to keep me company
Okay that came out wrong
That was not a reference to masturbation.
Ryan <3:
I was literally not even thinking it was until you pointed it out
Dylan:
Oh! Good!
Ryan <3.
Dork.
Yeah kind of in the same boat. No relatives or distant family to bother us. Just me and my mom and sister.
Dylan:
Oh! No father around?
Ryan <3:
Nope. Not since I was like 10. Rylee wasn’t even conscious yet.
Ah. His heart pulled. Another memo to keep in his mind of how truly fucked up it was that Ryan had to kill Chris Hackett. He really, really, really wanted to smother Ryan in a hug and not let go of him.
Dylan:
I see, I see. It’s just me and my parents on my part. Mostly my mom since my dad’s always out and about working. And my cat Toasty.
Ryan <3:
You named your cat Toasty?
Dylan:
Yeah cause she keeps me toasty? Cause she’s fluffy and warm? Duh?
Ryan <3:
I would laugh except I named my python Slytherinna
Dylan snorted loudly in his room.
Dylan:
Oh my god
Ryan <3:
Don’t laugh when you named your cat toasty
Dylan:
No no I’m not laughing it’s just way too much imagining you calling your snake slytherinna out loud. The fact you named her too and not your sister
Ryan <3:
Seems like youre laughing
Dylan:
No you’re just way too cute to handle sometimes, Ryan
Ryan <3:
Okay.. fine.. The group chat MIGHT notice us flirting
Dylan laughed. He could text Ryan forever. But sure enough, the longer time passed the more sleep nudged at his mind and tried to catch up with him with due merit. Lord knows how long it’s been since he’s had a good nights rest that wasn't from a strong dose of morphine knocking him straight out, and the only thing showing it were the deepening bags underneath his eyes. His eyelids felt droopy as he yawned.
He should be ending this conversation before he fell asleep and left Ryan on read, he already started feeling the beginning onsets of sleep try to knock him out. He glanced at the time at the top of his phone— Jesus he’d been texting Ryan for hours and it was 3:30am already.
Dylan:
Hey I want nothing more than to keep talking but. Feeling sleepy
Ryan <3:
Duly noted. Somehow did not even realize it’s ass o clock in the night. I’ll let you sleep now.
Good night Dylan :)
Dylan snorted again at Ryan using a smiley face. He didn’t know how Ryan managed to fool everyone that he was anything but the biggest dork there was. He was in love. And with his mind half riddled with drunken sleep he sent a final text—
Dylan:
Night Ryan
Love u
—before promptly knocking out, face on his phone and not noticing the ping of another message that he wouldn’t see until the next morning.