The Liar Returns (Shyan Sequel)

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When Ryan woke up, their was no one in the spot next to him. He became worried for a split second, getting up and walking out to the living room. Relief came over him when he saw the tall man sprawled our on the couch. Ryan scooted his lanky legs over, pushing himself on the couch next to Shane. His friend groaned, waking up. "Hey sleepy head. What're you doing out here?"

Shane yawned, sitting up. "I couldn't sleep. Came out to think, guess I ended up passing out."

"Think about what?"

"Us." Shane wrapped an arm around Ryan, pulling him close. If I should have came back."

Ryan sat up, looking dead into Shane's eyes. "What? Why would you ever think about that? Of course you should of."

"I know it feels like that right now, because we just got back and it feels so good like it used to be but what happens when that wears off? When we're not in this 'honeymoon phase' anymore? Are you going to regret leaving the life you had?" Shane got up, pacing the living room floor.

"Of course I'm not, Shane. This isn't some 'phase'. I love you. And I always will." Ryan got up and stopped him in his tracks. "And it's not going to be drastically changed, other than me leaving John honestly. You can come back and live with me, we can do the show together again-"

Shane interrupted, turning away. "No, actually we can't. Everyone thinks I left Ryan, that I died. We can't just go back. We'd have to...I don't know, move or something? Start new? It isn't going to be like it was. You have to understand that. I can't let you leave everything behind if you don't understand that."

"I...I understand, okay? I still want to be with you." Ryan turned Shane back around, kissing his lips gently. "We'll figure all this out, okay? I'm gonna run back to my place and get some clothes. Stay here, I'll be right back. Twenty minutes tops." Ryan squeezed his friends hand and went out the door. Shane had a bad feeling about it.

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When Ryan got back to his apartment, he put his key into the lock to get in. Except, he didn't. Because it didn't fit. Goddam it John, he thought. He banged on the door loudly, yelling against the wood. "John! Let me in!"

The door swung open so fast that Ryan almost fell face forward to the floor. He caught himself just in time, looking up at the man in front of him. "Nice of you to show up."

"You changed the locks? Really? What the fuck is wrong with you. This is my apartment." Ryan pushed past the man and went inside.

"I thought you might give your little 'friend' a key." John shut the door behind him, following Ryan. "Why are you even back here?"

Ryan went into his bedroom. "First of all, because it's my house, so I can do whatever I want, second of all, I needed to grab a few things." The shorter man took a duffel bag out from his closet and began stuffing clothes into it.

"So what? We're done then? You're gonna go live with him or something?"

Ryan responded nonchalantly without looking up. "Yeah I guess." He zipped up his bag and stood up, but John blocked the doorway.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Ryan sighed, crossing his arms. "I'm sorry, okay? I don't want to hurt you, but this is just how it is. Thank you for everything. But I gotta go."  He went to duck under the mans arm, but John moved it lower so he couldn't. "Hey, uh, can you move?"

"No. I'm not just gonna let you walk out of this. This can't be how it ends, Ryan. You can't just break up with me for some random guy just like that."

"Well he's not just some random guy. And you can't just say what I can and can't do." Ryan moves to get past him again, but instead was shoved backwards, falling onto his ass. "Hey! What the fuck?"

Ryan didn't have a get another word in before John shut the door, holding it closed from the outside. "We're going to talk this through. I'm not just letting you leave."

Ryan pulled on the door, but it was no use. He pounded against it, yelling at the man. "You can't do this! This is, like, illegal!" His words didn't seem to have any effect on John. Still, his ex boyfriend had made one very big mistake. He didn't take Ryan's phone.