Forget Her (Shyan)

2

Imagine Antarctica. How cold it is.
It'd be so cold, you'd feel like the cold with have a sound. That's how Ryan felt. The drive back to the hotel was odd, and Shane drove really slow and stayed close to the white line as possible.
But the long drive, how cold Ryan felt mentally, was sickening. He wish he didn't tell Shane. He felt like he made a mistake, and things would now be extremely awkward. Of course Shane seemed fine. He always seemed fine. Ryan hated that. He could hide what he felt so easily, but you give one snarky comment to Ryan and he'll look like you just murdered his whole family.
Ryan clenched the handle on the van door, digging his nails in the plastic and opened the door once him and Ryan arrived at the hotel. They were silent, but Shane stood close, Ryan felt he was closer than usual, but it's probably still normal. Shane opened the door to the hotel entrance and Ryan walked past him. Ryan handed the lobby lady their card and she gave them the keys. He waited for Shane to go to the elevator and Ryan pressed the button and the metal doors immediately opened and the room of the elevator came to Ryan's eyes. They stepped in, the walls were mirrors with a gold rail on the sides of the room, and the number dial also displayed on a gold plate. He pressed their floor number, 13, and the doors closed and the elevator gave a soft jerk and they started up.
Ryan gazed at himself in the elevator mirror. He looked tired, wasted, and drained.
"Ryan, are you okay?"
Shane's voice made Ryan jump slightly.
He shrugged. "I feel like I made...a mistake. Telling you. I feel like things are gonna be awkward," and he kept on going demonizing himself, so self deprecating.
"You really, need to stop over thinking this."
"You can't shit all over yourself for being curious! You are figuring yourself out okay? I'm never going to hate you or think of you as an abomination. just because you want to experiment, even if you think you like me, it doesn't matter. I've been thinking the entire car ride here and if you want to experiment with me, go right on ahead!"
Ryan stared at Shane. His eyes stung. He blinked it a back though and nodded.
"Thank you, Shane." He looked at his feet and sighed. He felt idiotic and relieved at the same time.
What did he ever do to deserve Shane?
Ryan felt Shane's gaze burning into him.
"I think I'll just go to a gay bar. You have a girlfriend, and I highly doubt it but I don't wanna give you second thoughts or anything." Ryan finally looked at Shane. And Shane looked oddly surprised.
"Alright. That's totally fine as well."
They gave each other a small smile and the door opened to realize they were in the 52nd floor. They missed their floor and now they were greeted with a wealthy looking man, dressed in a suit with a buzz cut. He gave them a nod and hit the floor button.

Of course the next day was queen Mary investigation and Ryan was somewhat excited. He finishes his research but barely got much sleep. He didn't care. It was a new day, and Shane and him were going to have fun.
Right now it was 9:00, and they were interviewing the captain, about experiences he's had in the boat, along with others. After their interview they went to check out the room they'd be sleeping in, where apparently beds have been shook, and repetitive voiced were heard. The room was torn apart and never to be used again.
Ryan held the key in his hand and when they reached the door, he thrust the key in it's lock and turned it, and looked at the room.
Absolutely bare. Windows white, nails and screws seen on the wall, chipped paint, grimy bathroom faucet with hard water stains.
"Well this is a pleasant room eh Ryan?" Shane remarked.
Ryan snorted. "I hate it already."
They walked around the room, and got a sense of it. Then they decided to set up their sleeping bags.
"I'm so fucking tired..." Ryan complains.
"I'd imagine so. Maybe next time don't bottle things up." Shane retorts playfully.
Ryan sighs and gives Shane a hard, teasing push. Shane pushed back. Ryan pushed again but his hands were caught by Shane's. Ryan was pushing hard,his laughs turning into wheezes, grin wide. Shane was laughing as well, fighting back Ryan's pushes. Suddenly Shane was dragged to the floor and Ryan sat on top of him.
"I win mother fucker-"
Ryan was flipped over arms held down by Shane, his legs on both sides of his body. "actually, I win."
Ryan groans, trying to pull away. "truce,"
Shane still didn't let go, but took away a hand and started to jab Ryan's sides.
"AH NO STOP FUCK SHANE AHAH STOP!" Ryan shouts, a bubbly laugh at the end.
Eventually Shane let's go and steps off Ryan and they continue setting up.
"Nice to get my mind off the potential demons."
"Nice job of reminding yourself of those demons."