(Ryan is the uke in this oneshot. Don't like it, don't read it.)

(Ryan/Cry)

I looked at my phone, seeing it was already 5:00pm. I sighed, where is he?
Felix was a friend of mine who moved away when we were about 16 years old. Luckily, we kept in touch, and have been talking online ever since. Countless Skype calls, social media, hell we even made videos together on YouTube.
We had both been really busy with school, family stuff, work, etc. so we never really got the chance to visit.
Felix had eventually saved up enough money to buy himself a plane ticket to Florida. He texted me at about 3 in the fucking morning, telling me about his little surprise. Bastard.

His plane was supposed to land at 4:45pm... Where is he? Maybe he's just going to the bathroom... Did his plane crash?! Did he die?! I started panicking and looked around for a place to go, then I saw the bathrooms. I quickly walked over to them and right as I was about to open the door....
I yelped as the door hit my head and made me fall backwards. The person that had opened the door grabbed me before I could fall, and held me close.
"Sorry dude." Said the guy that was currently holding me against his chest. It sounded like...
I looked up at him.

Oh my god.

"Felix?" I said, moving away from him a little.
"Ryan?" He said, narrowing his eyes at me.
"You're shorter than I thought."
"You asshole! You hit me with a door, then you make fun of my height? So much for first impressions." I said, punching his chest lightly.
"Owwwieeee." He said, grabbing the arm I punched him with and yanking me to him, hugging me tightly.
"Sorry about not coming to you first. I rrreeeaaalllyyyyy had to pee and I could not hold it anymore. Plus the lady that was sitting next to me on the plane kept following me around." I laughed a little, and squeezed him gently.
"I thought your plane had crashed...." I looked up at him, and he frowned.
"No, no. It didn't crash. But I was kinda hoping it would. That lady was annoying as fuck." He said, pulling away from the hug.
"So... Welcome back to Florida, buddy. It missed you a lot." I said, smiling.
"I missed it too. It's cold as hell in Sweden."
"Hell isn't cold, dumbass."
"You know what I mean, fuckface."
I rolled my eyes, looking around.
"Where's your bag?" I looked up at him, cocking my head a little.
"Oh it's uh, right here." He said, opening the bathroom door again and pulling out a pink suitcase.
"Pink?"
"It's a very manly color."
"It's also a very gay color."
"It's not called being gay, it's called being fabulous." He said, and started walking away from the bathroom. I followed close behind, of course.
"It's been 10 damn years, motherfucker." I said, sighing.
"I know. I'm really sorry. I would've come sooner, but yknow, I had to help Marzia get to France for her new job... My grandpa just died.."
"Oh right... Sorry, again, by the way."
"It wasn't your fault. That bastard was drinking way too much."
"Oh."
"Anyway..."
I looked down at the floor. This is really awkward.
"How long are you staying?"
"Well my doctor says I should stay about 7 inches, but I dunno." Wtf.
"What the hell are you talking ab-" I blushed deeply, looking up at him.
He looked back at me and laughed. "Joking, joking. It's 8 inches." He said, laughing harder.
"I'm so done with you." I said, laughing as well.
Once we settled down and finally made it to my car, he went over to the drivers side.
"Whatcha doin?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh right. You guys drive on different sides here." He said, walking over to the passengers side and got in. Idiot.

"How long are you staying? I'm not talking about your dick." I said, parking the car in my driveway.
"Uh... Bout a week, I guess. Maybe 2. That okay?" He asked, looking over at me.
"Yeah, sure."
This is gonna be a long two weeks, if you know what I mean,
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He's talking about Felix's dick.
-Vanilla <3