30 Miles And A Box Of Twine

(//suicide mention, t slur)


Ryan and Dallon—well, just Ryan—had located where Caysei would appear next. Dallon was busy on his phone, playing random offline games.

Ryan decided that he would figure out half of Caysei's map today and the other half the next day after they captured him. He already had the half done today, and was now just hanging out with Dallon in his room. By hanging out he meant making out. He would've gone crazy if he couldn't kiss Dallon while affected with this spell. Then again he was already going crazy holding in his feelings.

"Dal, we need to stop stalling an-"

"We'll do that later. I missed you."

"But-"

Dallon reconnected their lips, shutting Ryan up. Ryan missed Dallon too, really, but they needed to get the map done unless they wanted to go back to their real world. However, two stubborns don't make an agreement.

"You need to loosen up a little. We don't have a time limit to our worlds."

Everyone Ryan knew had always told him. 'Loosen up a little' they said, but when he did everyone yelled at him. They scolded him for wanting to be happy. They scolded him for being boring. Everyone thought he was boring. Everyone except Dallon. Dallon had told him how colorful his mind was, how if you knew him just right you'd see how he really is. His lows and highs, what was behind his eyes, what he was really like.

That's why when Dallon said this, Ryan didn't feel disappointed in himself, no. When Dallon said this, Ryan felt comfortable. Happy. He felt like he could really be himself and Dallon would appreciate it all just the same.

Ryan groaned at his feelings, punching Dallon in the gut. "I hate you and you're fucking pretty little face, you know that?"

Dallon grinned proudly, ruffling up Ryan's hair.

"Sure you do."


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"Dallon we agreed on this."

"Yeah but I'm tired! Why can't you just drive?"

Ryan glared at the lanky teen, pinching the bridge of his nose. Dallon was trying to get out of a simple car drive in order to play on his phone, and Ryan really wasn't having it.

"I don't have my license, you dodo-fucker."

Dallon groaned, knowing that Ryan wouldn't stop bothering him unless he agreed. So, sighing dramatically he finally agreed to drive.

"Fine. But you owe me MilkyWays and orange juice."


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"Are you sure this is the right place?"

"Trust me Dallon. I'm always right."

"Uhuh, like that one time you said they couldn't track fingerprints on wet paper-"

"We don't talk about that Dallon!"

Ryan gave him a faux smile, unbuckling his seatbelt. Dallon always brang that bathroom incident up, just to see him embarrassed. In 7th grade, Ryan and Dallon were fooling around in the school bathrooms, and Ryan thought it would be a good idea to write a bunch of curse words on wet paper towels and stick them to the ceiling. Of course, they got caught, and Ryan got expelled. There were many incidents with him and Dallon all over that school, and the principal finally had enough.

"Are we not gonna talk about the underwear in the locker room either?"

"Shut the hell up."

Ryan hopped out of the car, making sure to rush Dallon while doing so. Dallon still took his sweet time, stretching out as well just to annoy him further. On the verge of homicide, Ryan took Dallon's arm, dragging him along.

It took Dallon a few trips over his own feet, but he finally got to walk on his own after. Ryan was determined on finding the exact location, so he followed the map strictly. More concentrated than a lion looking at it's prey.

"Minecraft is a lot easier than this."

"Cause it's a game, dummy."

Ryan rolled his eyes at the stupid remark. Dallon followed behind Ryan silently, knowing that if he opened his mouth Ryan would find another way to keep it shut. Wait not li-

"We're here."

"That was quick."

"Yeah, because I'm smart."

Ryan looked up at their destination. A house. It was small, but it had a treehouse connected to it. If they were being honest, it was a bit creepy. The purple wood built the outside, a lighter shade of black framing the windows. Regular wood created the front porch, which had colors to match the house. The side was covered in vines, along with the large tree next to it. The house of the tree was regular wood, and a sky painted roof. It looked a little child like, truthfully.

"Hey, do you remember how Hansel and Gretel escaped the old lady?"

"Yeah, why?" Dallon glanced over at Ryan. He looked mortified, to say the least.

"Yeah, keep remembering that."


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"Who?"

"Uuuh well I'm Ryan and this is my uh...friend? Friend...friend? Anyway I'm here with someone else named Da-"

The door swung open, and before the teens could get a good look at the person inside they were being pulled in, and the door was being shut and locked once again. The two boys shrieked in fear, Ryan trying to hide behind Dallon.

"Don't take me! He's dumber and his balls haven't dropped I promise!"

"Well at least I don't take random cats into my home and make people travel right universes!"

"Hey, you dick! She was cute!"

The two bickered like a married couple, debating who should stay  alive. It was more like a movie scene that people would fight like this, especially if their lives could be in danger. Yet they didn't seem to care, deciding that choosing who was hotter was more important.

"Can I-"

"No, I'm hotter cause I have curly hair and a better nose!"

"No, I'm hotter cause I'm taller and funnier!"

"Hey! How about you two silence yourselves for three fucking minutes so I can speak!?"

Their fighting stopped, turing to the lady in front of them. She had sky blue hair, mocha eyes and a nose ring. She kind of looked like a boy. A purple dress covered her body, which also looked manly. Yet her face was red with anger, not wanting to hear another word come out of the boys. Dallon still opened his mouth, going to speak again.

"Are you one of those trannys?"

"Dallon! Are you dense!?"

They started arguing again. The lady really wasn't in the mood to hear them fight over this, so calmly going to her desk, she grabbed at her spray bottle, approaching them once again.

"Ah! What's your problem!?"







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