Ryan creaked the door of his shared apartment open as he tiptoed in, trying not to wake a mouse. He manouvered through the small gap of the door and some how made it in without a sound. He shut the door and flinched when it clicked shut. He stood still and silent, his legs too petrified to move, but when nothing stirred, he locked the door and cautiously made his was towards his bedroom. He opened the already cracked door to reveal Dallon and Brendon curled up in each other's arms. A smile reached Ryan's lips, and he was tempted to curl up on his end of the bed, but he knew that wouldn't be the best idea.

He had fucked up big time. He'd ignored both of their calls and texts for the past week after getting into that semi-fight with Brendon, and he had been crashing between Spencer and Jon's houses while they covered for him. He didn't know why or what he was trying to avoid, but there was obviously something bothering him.

He curled up onto the couch with a soft blanket used for cuddles and movies, and he couldn't seem to fall asleep. He was stressing over the Saturday morning that was hanging over his head. His boyfriends were going to be pissed, and he had no explanation for any of his actions.