You've Let The Devil In

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Previously
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Ryan laid in bed that night, unable to sleep. Looking at the ceiling, regret filled him, he wanted everything to be normal again - or as normal as his life was previously. He didn't want to be with Brendon again he just wanted things to feel normal.
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Ryan laid restless, thoughts running through his head, his heart was beating. Ryan got up, and sat on the side of the bed, taking deep breathes, trying not to breakdown again. He picked up his phone to check his notifications to see new messages from Vic.
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|Vicky Mouse🐭 |

V: Ryan, please respond, it's important. 20 minutes ago
V: Ryan? 10 minutes ago

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He stared at the phone again, trying to figure out what to say.
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|Vicky Mouse🐭 |

R: What.

V: I'm so sorry. Can we meet up? I think it's easier if we talk in person.

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Ryan looked at his phone, was this a set up? Why is Vic being nice to him now?
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|Vicky Mouse🐭 |

R: Ig..? Where do you want to meet..?

V: The pier?

R: Okay.

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Ryan stood up, and started putting his items in his bag. Rubbing his tired eyes. He walked into the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He turned the tap on splashing his face with water. He dried his face and gave a sigh, walking back into the bedroom and grabbing his bag, before walking to the front door to put his shoes on. He went through the front door, walking back to the pier, debating whether or not he should be going, rereading the messages over and over again, when he got a notification.
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|Kellin Quinn🏳️‍🌈|

K: Fuck you.
K: And I'm not a twink 🤬

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Ryan didn't respond, he just ignored it and kept walking. He eventually made it to the pier, Vic not in sight. He sat by the railings he was at hours earlier. Sitting there he was slowly nodding off into sleep, the silence was filled with the sounds of the waves crashing into the shore. After a while of waiting Ryan fell asleep, slumped over on the pier. He awoke to a hand on his shoulder.
"Ryan?" A familiar voice spoke, Ryan looked up, unable to tell who it was, "Are you okay? Ryan?" The voice spoke again.
"Myeah..?" Ryan rubbed his eyes to see who it was, it was Vic.
"I'm sorry Ryan." Vic blurted out.
Ryan began to stand up, pulling himself up by the railings.
"I should have believed you." Tears began to form in Vic's eyes, he reached his hands out putting one on each cheek or Ryan's.
"It's fine." Ryan shrugged it off.
"No. Seriously, I should have believed you, I had so many emotions, I didn't know what to believe." Vic began crying, tears streaming down his face.
"Look, I'm sorry about earlier." Ryan looked down into Vic's eyes, that light in his eyes not so bright.
Vic stepped closer to Ryan, wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling him close. Ryan put his arms around Vic.
"It's okay." Ryan looked down to Vic, who looked back up at him, "I'm here for you." Ryan smiled.
"Thank you Ry." Vic nuzzled his head into Ryan's chest.
Ryan traced his hand up and down Vic's spine, comforting him.
"It's really late, should we go back to your house?" Ryan lifted Vic's chin, wiping his tears away.
"Yeah, okay." Vic smiled back
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Vic's House
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The two of them walked up to the front door of Vic's house, no lights were on. Vic grabbed his key out, putting it in the keyhole, and turning it, opening the door. It was dark inside, Ryan couldn't quite make out what everything was. Vic walked in down a hallway, then flicked a light on. The house was lightly coloured, it gave Ryan a warm feeling inside, like if he was home. Not home with Brendon, but a different kind of home.
"Where's your kids, Vic?" Ryan asked.
"They're at my parents." He shrugged, Ryan nodded, "I don't really have a second bedroom," Vic walked back to Ryan, who was taking his shoes off, "But I suppose you can sleep in my bed, and I'll sleep on the couch." He smiled.
"Yeah okay." Ryan looked to Vic.
"Here, come down this way." Vic lightly grabbed Ryan's hand, pulling him down the hallway. 
Ryan's heart was beating, he didn't say anything, he just let Vic guide him down. They came to the end of the hallway, where there was a door which Vic turned the handle opening to see the room. It was very different to Franks house, the walls and furniture were a white, and the bedding was a light blue. The bed was located to the right side, in the middle.
"You can stay here." Vic smiled, putting a hand on Ryan's arm, running it up and down.
"Thank you, Vic." Ryan looked down into Vic's eyes.
Ryan raised a hand to Vic's cheek, holding it, their eyes locked together. No words were being exchanged, but their feelings spoke many. Ryan pulled his hand away.
"I think," Ryan muttered, "I think I'm going to go bed." Ryan awkwardly smiled, walking into the bedroom.
"Goodnight." Vic smiled, holding onto the door handle.
"Goodnight." Ryan looked back to Vic closing the door.
Ryan walked to the bed, sitting on it. He was still in his long pyjama pants. He stood back up, pulling his shirt off and throwing it on top of his bag which he placed next to the door. His heart was still racing. He got under the covers, looking up at the ceiling. He put his hand on his chest, rubbing it, feeling his heart not slow down. He sat up, looking down at his crotch.
"Well fuck." Ryan whispered, looking at his erection poking through his pants.
He stood up out of the bed, trying to find the bathroom, but there wasn't one connected to the bedroom. He walked to the door, quietly opening it, to see Vic standing there, looking back.
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