‖ Lost then found again ‖

Is This Home..?

Ryan was shocked, scared but also, he felt calm..? "D-Dylan..?" Ryan stuttered stumbling forwards a little bit, so focused on the figure in his kitchen he isn't paying attention to his footing. Dylan takes his one remaining hand and gives Ryan another little wave. "Hey.. how uh- how have you been..?" Dylan spoke awkwardly giving a small smile. Ryan didn't respond and wasted no more time trying to figure out what was going on he just knew that the boy he had fallen in love with was right in front of him once again. Ryan ran right into Dylan's arms, sobbing into Dylan's chest, holding onto him like he never wanted to let go. Which in fact, he didn't want to let go, the boy that was supposedly dead is now in his kitchen holding Ryan tight in his arms.

 "You-," Ryan can barley speak, sobbing uncontrollably, "You're dead, how- how are you here?" Ryan manages to say through his uncontrollable tears. "I'm, uh, not sure honestly."  Dylan gives the most truthful answer he has, Dylan has no clue how he's here and he remembers dying so how does this make any sense?? "I think I'm a ghost- like the ones from your cool podcasts!" He says giggling a little. Ryan's lips find a smile, he missed all the dumb jokes Dylan would make. "I-I missed you so fucking much, Dyl.." Ryan whispered softly, still gripping the back of Dylan's shirt in his fists. Dylan's hand rubbed slowly up and down Ryan's back soothing him from his warm tears. 

After a few more seconds of a hug Ryan pulls away to look at Dylan's face, only to notice that it's slightly opaque . Ryan stares for a moment taking in Dylan's new look before being interrupted by Dylan "I'm not as dashing as I used to be now that I'm kinda see-through." Dylan smiled and giggled a little when Ryan did. Ryan still had a tear falling slowly down his face, Dylan brought his hand to Ryan's cheek and wiped away the tear with his thumb. Ryan reached his hand up and placed it onto Dylan's hand that was gently placed against his face. Ryan slowly calmed down, Dylan's touch soothing him, the taller boys thumb gently swiping Ryan's face. 

Ryan had his eyes closed enjoying the touch from Dylan, "Ryan, my arms getting tired" He said laughing a little. Ryan opened his eyes and let go of Dylan's hand "Sorry I just- I just missed being able to touch you." Ryan said trying to hide his smile from Dylan. Ryan was so lost in the fact that Dylan was back he overlooked the reason why? "So uh, isn't it like - when ghosts come back, they have unfinished business..?" Ryan questioned. He only knew this kinda stuff because of the podcasts he used to listen too. "I'm not sure? I don't feel like I need to haunt someone?" Dylan gives a small laughing seeing Ryan smile. But Dylan was honest, he had no idea if he had something he needed to do, he couldn't think of anything?

 Ryan wouldn't want Dylan to leave but he knows that's how it's meant to be. "Maybe.." Ryan started "Maybe you need to see everyone again? Like from camp?" Ryan wasn't confident in his idea but he couldn't really think of anything else. Dylan placed his remaining hand on his hip and popped his leg out slightly, in a thinking manor.  "Maybe that's it!" Dylan exclaimed, hugging Ryan tight to his chest. 

"So, uh, can I get a house tour from the famous Mr. Erzahler?" Dylan chuckled, "Sure, Dyl" Ryan said, rolling his eyes in a joking manor. Ryan showed Dylan to the living room, the bathroom, Ryan decided to skip the kitchen, considering that's where he had found Dylan standing in the first place. Ryan drug Dylan up the stairs, showing him 2 bedrooms and a bathroom, then finally, they headed back downstairs. "It's nothing amazing but I like it." Ryan said, slightly looking around his place, giving it a smile. Dylan seemed excited about the tour, though it was just a plain, normal house, Dylan loved it because it was Ryan's and Ryan, was perfect.

 "I think your house is perfect! It's a good size and everything, as well!" Dylan exclaimed. Ryan  looked at him with a smile, he forgot how much he had loved to stare at the pretty boy he met at summer camp, thinking he would never be anything to him cause Dylan was way out of his league. Little did Ryan know, Dylan had been crushing on him for all the years they shared summer camp together, Dylan had loved this boy for what seemed like forever. "Guess we should call the others, huh?" Dylan spoke, causing Ryan to realize he was staring, praying Dylan didn't notice. "Uh, yeah, yeah. The phone's in the kitchen." Ryan said, standing up and starting to walk towards the kitchen, where he was going to grab his phone BEFORE he got scared half to his own death by Dylan. 

As Ryan walked, Dylan thought it would be best to follow him to the kitchen so he could hear what was going on. Ryan picked up his phone and was struggling to find everyone's contacts from over the summer, it had been awhile since they'd talked. "Ryan?" Dylan asked, waiting patiently for an answer, "Yes, Dylan?" Ryan said, lifting his head from the phone to look at the boy standing next to the fridge. "Can I look for a snack?" Dylan asked, which really confused Ryan, 'How can a ghost eat??', he thought to himself, but let Dylan rummage through his fridge anyways. Dylan jumped up and down silently as he opened the fridge doors and started to look for a snack while Ryan gathered the last few contacts he needed for a group chat. Finally, Ryan had found everyone he needed and created the group chat. Ryan glanced over at Dylan, who was still in the fridge, then back to his phone. The shorter boy took a deep breath and started a call.

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