You Drive Me Crazy "Moth Man" (Shyan)

Lying is the most fun a boy can have without taking off his clothes (Chapter 4)

(TW// blood, S/H, mentions of toxic/abusive relationships, vomit)

Shane didn't know where he was when he woke up. His hair was messy and he was half-dressed. He looked to the side of him and saw the back of a raven-haired boy. Shane immediately shot up out of bed fearing the worst. Then the hardest hangover he'd ever hit him like a bus.

"Fuck," Shane sighed out rigidly. He held his head and began slightly swaying. Ryan began to stir in his sleep making Shane panic silently. Ryan shifted slightly and began to slowly sit up, eyes glazed over. "Hey, good morning," was all Shane could muster out in his panic and confusion . Ryan hummed in response, and stretched out.

When he stretched a bit of Ryan's shirt lifted, revealing his tummy, making Shane's cheeks turn a crimson color. Shane turned away from Ryan, scratching at his arm anxiously. "Hope your hangover isn't too bad, we still have work today," Ryan chuckled out. Shane groaned out before mumbling, "don't remind me," in a jokey manner. He rolled out of Ryan's bed and went toward the bathroom sink. "Do you have any Advil or something?" Shane asked Ryan.

"Uh yeah, should be top shelf, in the cupboard!" Ryan yelled back from the closet. Shane opened the cupboard, twisted the cap off, and flicked a few pills into his palm. He threw them into the back of his throat, dry swallowing them. He knew that he probably took a few more pills than necessary (he took like 4 or 5 when the recommended amount is 2) but he wasn't too worried. He put the Advil back up in the cupboard, looked into the mirror, and blushed harder than he had ever blushed.

Ryan was behind him, half-dressed, and tired-looking. "Excuse me, I need to get my toothbrush," Ryan said softly. Shane made a noise that he couldn't describe and moved out of Ryan's way. Shane felt hot and sweaty, and his chest felt all funny. "You okay dude, you look a little red?" Ryan asked worriedly.

Shane coughed up a lie, "Yeah I'm fine, just getting over this rager of a hangover." Ryan just shrugged and continued to brush his teeth. Shane left the sink area eventually and went out to Ryan's kitchen. He started to look around for any tobacco products or pills he could get his paws on. Ryan came downstairs and asked, "Are you gonna wear the same thing as you did last night?"

"I suppose," Shane shrugged back. Ryan rolled his eyes, picked up his keys, and opened the door for Shane. "After you, sir," Ryan jokingly said as he bowed. Shane rolled his eyes and stepped out, cold air hitting his face almost instantly. Ryan laughed slightly at Shane's surprised expression. The two jumped into Ryan's car and headed out to the Buzzfeed Offices.

Shane itched at his arm and attempted to ask the question he'd been wanting to ask since he woke up. "So uh, how did I get to your house, and uh... did we.. Uhm, never mind." "Oh, you like passed out in my arms last night dude, so thought it would be a nice gesture to bring you to my home. Just so I could make sure you were okay after that fight," Ryan smiled in remembrance. Shane nodded, "So, why was I in... your bed?"

Ryan laughed, "You don't remember? Haha oh, dude, you were almost begging me not to go and that you wanted me to stay!" Shane's face went beet red and he began to itch his arm harder. "Shit," Shane mumbled under his breath. He felt heat drip out of his arm and down his sleeve.

I DEFINITELY reopened one of my cuts, he thought as that familiar static feeling flooded his arm. Shane grabbed his lower arm and forced back a hiss of pain. "You okay dude?" Ryan asked with a voice full of worry. Shane nodded in response, worried that if he said anything he would yelp in pain.

The rest of the car ride had an unsure atmosphere and Shane was almost ecstatic to be out of that car when they arrived. Shane entered the building and ran straight toward the bathrooms, gripping his bleeding arm tightly. He ran into one of the stalls and threw off his flannel jacket. He stared, horrified at his, now bleeding, arm. It was a grizzly sight, so I'll bear you the details. (HAHA BEAR JOKE)