Ryan: The shop closes up each year for Thanksgiving, but it's not just on the actual holiday. Pete gives us a three day break, which is fine. Great even. Except I am going to be alone on Thanksgiving. Also, I hate Thanksgiving.

—

Dallon presses himself against Ryan's back as he locks the door. The younger man has been getting used to his touchiness ever since the two of them started getting along. Yet, it does tend to make Ryan uncomfortable some times.

(By uncomfortable, the crew was pretty sure Ryan meant turned on. They've seen the blushes and awkward b*ners.)

"So, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?" Dallon asks.

"Oh you know, staying in the apartments alone and eating three boxes of pizza while donating to many indigenous charities because Thanksgiving is a sh*tty holiday," Ryan replies.

He shoves his keys into the pocket of his jacket and faces his coworker. While this is the moment Dallon would usually look annoyed, Ryan and the camera man notice that he looks concern instead. That throws them both off.

"You're not going to see your family?" he asks.

Ryan shifts uncomfortably, "ah, no. N-Not enough money for the flight..."

"Ryan, we could have pitched in you know?"

"I appreciate the offer, but I'll live. I can FaceTime them."

Yet, Dallon isn't giving up.

"Come spend it with my family and I! I can pay for your ticket."

Ryan shakes his head, "no. I'm not going to let you buy anything for me. Seriously, I'll be fine."

Dallon frowns, "Ryan."

"Dallon."

"Ryan, I know we're not really close friends or anything, but that doesn't mean I want you alone on Thanksgiving."

He just rolls his eyes and waves his hand, "I'll be fine! Stop worrying about me!"

"Fine. Fine."

—

Dallon: Yeah, f**k that.

—

"Do you not have anything better to do?" Ryan asks.

The camera man shakes his head and the camera, "no". He groans and flops back on his bored, growing more annoyed at this stupid documentary crew his boss hired.

"You couldn't follow Dallon to Utah or Pete to Chicago with Patrick? At least you don't have to fly to Chicago!"

Yet, the camera man just ignores his whines.

"What about Thanksgiving? Don't you have plans?"

Another head shake which ticked him off even more.

"F**king great," Ryan mumbles.

A few minutes of silence pass between them as Ryan starts working ahead on his creative writing assignment and the camera man films him. He only manages to get a few lines in before the silence starts to irk him.

"Okay, I'll talk," Ryan mutters. "I'm writing a short story centered around this boy who lives in a cottage and meets one of the boys from a town over. It's just a simple love story."

The camera man stays quiet, signaling Ryan to continue.

"The boy who lives in the cottage is named Ross. He likes to write songs and stories and is very quiet overall."

The camera zooms in on Ryan's face as he reads from his paper.

"And the boy he meets and falls in love with is named Walker. Walker is really, really nice. He has dark brown hair that curls around his ears and a nice groomed beard. He likes cats, and bass guitars and..."

He cuts himself off with a dreamy sigh and sad smile. He shakes his head and closes his notebook in frustration. Ryan buries his face in his hands.

"I'm pathetic. Walker is f**king Jon and I'm Ross! God, this is worst then Brendon!"

The camera man is silent, again. Ryan groans at that.

"I'm all alone in my apartment writing a stupid love story about a guy who probably hates me now while everyone else is gaining twenty pounds with their families and celebrating a terrible holiday! I have reached a new low in my life."

With all that said, Ryan flops back on his bed in defeat. The camera man still says nothing, only zooms the camera on his face to get a better glimpse at Ryan's frustration. The younger boy sighs, and turns his head away to face the window.

"I usually spend Thanksgiving with Spencer, but he hates me now. So, that's all fun."

He sits up and rests his chin on his hand. He looks straight into the camera as it zooms out.

"Maybe Dallon is right. I should have joined him."

Another few minutes of silence.

"Don't ever f**king show that to him. He doesn't need his head growing even bigger with his stupid ego. That obnoxious turd."

(Yet, the camera crew knew Ryan has grown fond of the "obnoxious turd".)

A surprising knock on the door makes Ryan jump up in his bed as well as the camera man. He had told the man to expect nobody to come in today. Especially since all the workers (and Z) should be out of town to see their families.

"Who the h**l is here?" Ryan mumbles.

He climbs out of bed and trudges his way out of his room and to his front door. The camera man follows closely behind him. He peeks through door's peephole and mumbles in confusion, but the camera can't catch what he's saying.

Finally, Ryan opens the door.

"Ryan!"

Next thing he knew, he is wrapped up in a famous Josh Dun hug.

—

Josh: This year I'm staying in Galena to spend Thanksgiving with Tyler! We were going to spend it with Tyler's family, but we decided to stay home this year! [smiles] I'm going to make Tyler the best ham he has ever had!

Tyler: [smiles, kisses Josh's forehead]

—

Ryan gently pushes Josh away and raises an eyebrow at him, "what are you doing here? I thought you guys would be with your families."

"We decided to stay this year!" Josh replies.

"Okay, so why are you at my apartment then?"

"Dallon told us you were being a bitter hermit and that you should join our Thanksgiving since no one else is here."

—

Ryan: [glaring] If comfort, having people checking in one you, and hugs is what comes out of a Dallon Weekes friendship, then I am revoking it.

Camera Man: Isn't that what a friendship is supposed to be?

Ryan: ...Go away.

—

A few minutes later, Ryan is tied up and sitting in the backseat of Tyler's car against his will.

Literally, Ryan is actually tied up and sitting in the backseat of Tyler's car unwillingly.

He struggles again the black bonds of the rope and glares into the review mirror. Yet, Josh and Tyler just continue to act like there was nothing wrong with the situation at hand.

"Can you please unite me and take me back home?!" He yells.

Josh shakes his head, "nope! You are going to have a lovely Thanksgiving meal with your best friend."

Ryan rolls his eyes and leans back against the seat, sighing in defeat. He takes a look at the rope that he's tied up and inspects it closely. Something about it wasn't right.

"...Josh, is the rope made out of cotton?"

"Maybe."

"Josh, please tell me this isn't bondage rope."

"Okay. It isn't bondage rope!"

"JOSHUA DUN!"

"Someone isn't using their inside voice! I'll help you with that!"

Next thing Ryan knew, he had a ball gag shoved into his mouth and strapped around the back of his head.

—

Josh: Dallon said we would possibly have to force Ryan to come to our house! [shrugs] So, Tyler suggested using our rope and gag. [grins] Sex toys make everything better!

Tyler: Even a kidnapping.

Ryan: [glaring at camera, ball gag still in mouth and still tied up]

—

Ryan can admit that the food looks and smells good.

On Josh and Tyler's tiny table there laid a nice sized ham, mash potatoes, cranberry sauce, dinner rolls, and (of course) pumpkin pie.

At least Ryan is getting free food out of this kidnapping.

Tyler and Josh have started digging into the foods while he is rubbing his tender wrists. He got rope burn from all the struggling he did. Finally, he dug into his food as well and Ryan can confirm that Josh is not a bad cook. In fact, the ham is freaking perfect. Ryan is going to actually gain twenty extra pounds this year.

He should've worn sweatpants instead.

Continuing on with the meal, Ryan watches Tyler and Josh closely. He watches Tyler wipe away any food off of Josh's lips while he chews. He watches Josh tuck a napkin in Tyler's shirt so he wouldn't get any food on it. The pair keep helping each other in any way they can while eating their dinner.

Like every perfect couple does.

Ryan sighs and drops his fork on his plate. The camera zooms in on him as rubs his face again. The same frustration from earlier slowly returning.

Josh frowns, "is the food okay? Oh god, is it bad?"

He shakes his head, "no! No, it's perfect! I just... I'm just thinking. Sorry Josh."

"Are you thinking about Jon?"

Ryan looks up. His eyes widen as he stares at Tyler. That's the first time he's actually heard him talk. Tyler stares back at him and waits for Ryan to continue.

"Well uh... yeah, Jon is one for sure. Yet, I'm also thinking about other things..."

Josh frowns. He reaches over and grabs Ryan's hand. He squeezes it gently and gives him a small smile. Ryan returns it, yet it doesn't reach his eyes like Josh's.

"...I was in my apartment because I don't really have any family to go to for holidays," Ryan says. "And I..."

Josh shakes his head, "you don't have to explain. I understand."

"Thanks Josh. Not just for that, but the dinner as well. I really appreciate it."

His coworker smiles brightly at him and nods. He pats Ryan's hand and leans back in his seat. Ryan notices the worried look in Tyler's eyes as Josh fidgets around in his seat, but ignores it.

Not his place to pry unless Josh wants him to.

—

Josh: I understand where Ryan is coming from. [small smile] ...I grew up in the foster care system. [shrugs] I never knew my mom either and my dad well... [sighs] My dad gave me up because he couldn't afford to take care of me. [shakes head] Even though I don't know any blood relatives, I'm okay. Because I have a family. My friends at the coffee shop, and the best boyfriend in the world. [looks at Tyler, smiles]

Tyler: [smiles back] I love you.

Josh: I love you too.

—

"Can we at least say what we're thankful for Ryan? Please!"

Ryan rolls his eyes, but smiles fondly at Josh, "go ahead. It's your dinner Josh."

He grins and sits up in his chair. He grabs his juice (because Tyler still refuses to give him any alcohol), and holds it up.

"I am thankful for dogs!"

Ryan and Tyler chuckle.

Josh continues, "and I'm also thankful for the best boyfriend in the world, Tyler."

Tyler smiles and wraps his arm around Josh's shoulders. He pulls him to his chest and kisses the top of his head.

"I'm thankful for you too," he whispers in Josh's hair.

Ryan smiles at them. He grabs his own glass of juice and holds it up.

"I'm thankful for this dinner. Josh, you make killer ham."

Josh grins proudly.

"I'm also thankful for you two for forcing me to join your dinner."

The camera zooms in on Ryan's faded red wrist before panning back to his face.

"And I'm thankful for Dallon Weekes."

Surprised, Josh raises an eyebrow, "what for?"

Ryan just smiles and sips his drink.

—

Ryan: I still hate Thanksgiving, [small smile] but this was nice. Also, if you show Dallon that footage I will murder you.