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"This isn't what I had in mind," Ryan muttered under his breath, laying his head against the small glass window, arms folded tightly over his chest. Spencer's grand idea to help Ryan was to actually go to Hawaii for two weeks and cash in the honeymoon tickets. That meant Ryan had to ask for another week off, he hadn't told them he wasn't actually married, and he had to stay in the hotel he was supposed to stay with Pete in. Ryan didn't have a choice though; Spencer basically dragged him to the shower and packed his bags while he bathed. At least Spencer and Jon took the seats meant for Pete and Ryan; the trip paid for but never really given an absolute date. Ryan had to buy his own ticket though.

He sat next to a quiet boy with shaggy brown hair and extremely long legs. Ryan was glad the man was more involved in his music than Ryan because Ryan was definitely not in the mood for socializing. It was bad enough he had to listen to a baby a few rows up and feel the occasional kick from a bratty child behind him who fought his mother about buckling up. Ryan just bit his lip and stared out the window at the world which was tinted from his sunglasses, debating tightening the scarf around his neck to choke himself to death. He really needed a few more, less spontaneous, friends.

The flight attendant gestured around as the pilot spoke, showing them how to properly wear the oxygen mask should a problem arise during the flight. Ryan could care less if the plane went spiraling down because at least the panicked screams from the passengers would take his mind off Pete. When the blond flight attendant was done flashing her perfect smile and dainty movements, she went to take a seat as the plane slowly began to move. Ryan watched his surroundings slowly begin to blur since he wasn't focusing on anything in particular, imagining Pete laying, forcibly of course, on the runway for the plane to run over. Him and his boy toy; Patrick, was it?

"I hate flying," The once silent man said with a nervous laugh. Ryan rolled his eyes, cursing whoever it was up beyond those clouds that had it in for him. "What about you?"

"Not a hobby," Ryan bluntly answered, head still resting on the window.

"Helps if you have someone to talk to," The man said. "Someone pretty." Ryan sighed and raised his hand, flashing the little gold band around his finger to the man. Yes, it's a bit pathetic for him to still be wearing it when he was practically left at the altar, but it helps with people who try to hit on him. "That's cool. I technically have a boyfriend."

"Technically?" Ryan dropped his arms and turned his head towards the man who was smiling, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. Aren't you either taken or single?

"It's a complex relationship," The man said, his voice hitching a bit as the wheels started to leave the ground. Ryan saw his fingers clasp the handles and yeah, he really didn't like flying. "Gabe, that's his name, is my boyfriend but he does shit with other people when I'm away." The man shrugged.

"And you're ok with that?" Ryan's other eyebrow rose to meet the other, the white rimmed sunglasses sliding down a bit to reveal the top of his brown eyes.

"Sure," He shrugged again. "We're only human and he's got needs, you know. I do stuff with other people when I'm out too. But in the end, we always have each other to come back to." The man looked to the gray seat in front of him, a smile on his lips. "What I do with Gabe is loving, caring, and makes me feel like we're the only two people in the world. With everyone else, it's just releasing sexual tension."

"Yeah," Ryan mumbled, adjusting his sunglasses.

"Name's William, by the way," The man looked back to Ryan and stuck his hand out. "But most people call me Will or Bill or sometimes Bilvy."

"Uh...Ryan," he said, hesitantly placing his hand in Will's. He wished Will/Bill/Bilvy would just go back to his music, turning his head back to the window and watching everything gradually get smaller.

"So," Ryan took a deep breath filled with frustration, "Are you like on a business trip or something?"

"Vacation," Ryan answered, holding his elbows and turning his shoulders away from William a bit. Will hummed to himself before leaving Ryan alone and fiddling with his iPod. So far, this trip was doing nothing for Ryan. He only prayed Will's battery held out for the next couple of hours.

-#-#-#-#-

"Ryan; Hey, Ryan," Will gently shook Ryan's shoulder until he managed to wake him, Ryan not even realizing he had fallen asleep. "We're going to land in a few minutes, Ryan."

"Wha'?" Ryan sleepily asked, completely forgetting he was on a plane until his mind came around. He yawned, his jaw threatening to break in half, and shifted in the small chair until he was somewhat facing Will. "Are you wearing m' glasses?" Ryan asked, his vision still slightly blurred.

"Hmm?" Will hummed, playing with his seat belt until it clicked around his bony hips.

"My sunglasses," Ryan repeated with annoyance, reaching towards Will's face and removing his shades.

"Oh, yeah, sorry." Bill blushed a bit as he sat back up, shaking his head so his bangs weren't completely in his face. "You fell asleep with 'em on and I didn't want you to wake up and have all these strange lines on your face so I took them off. I was only wearing them because I was afraid I would lose them and they're really cool."

"Thanks," Ryan mumbled, wiping them off with the bottom of his shirt. He slid them back onto his face as the pilot started telling them the time and weather, Ryan retuning to staring out the window. He had never removed his seatbelt so Will could have let him sleep until the plane had completely landed.

As the plane slowly began its descent, the clouds revealed the vast amount of water surrounding the island, the sun reflecting off the shimmering surface. Ryan was grateful they were staying in a less populated area on whichever island it was exactly they were staying. He couldn't be bothered with the details since the very mention of 'Hawaii' made him think instantly of Pete and how that was supposed to be their honeymoon destination so Ryan just let Spencer deal with all of that.

The view was nice, Ryan decided, as the plane got closer to the ground. There was a mountain, or maybe a volcano, a bit off in the distance and lots of trees. Ryan loved nature and surrounding himself in it. The trees aren't judgmental and the flowers are always there to cheer people up with their entrancing aromas and tantalizing beauty. Nature was peaceful and relaxing. "Ever been to Hawaii?" Will asked, his voice once again slightly hitched, finger digging into the seat.

"No," Ryan answered with no emotion, continuing to stare out the window.

"You'll love it," William beamed.

"I'm sure," he drawled, the wheels of the plane hitting the ground at long last.

"My friend lives here so I come a couple of weeks a year to hang with him," Will told Ryan, his body relaxing as the plane began to lose speed. "I always hate leaving."

"Then move here," Ryan said a little bitterly, annoyed by Will again.

"Then I'd miss Gabe too much and he won't go anywhere they don't have about twenty bars or clubs," he said with laughter. Ryan just replied with some noise produced in his throat, his lips pulled tight together in a straight line. He was happy to have landed so he can get away from Will for a bit and sit in the quietness of his hotel room for the next two weeks. "Well, Ryan, it would seem we have reached our destination at long last."

"Yep," The plane was at a complete step and the passengers were getting ready to get off. Will unbuckled and stood up, stepping into the aisle and grabbing his overhead bag, placing Ryan's in the seat, and looking back to Ryan who had just gotten to undoing his own seatbelt.

"See you around?" Will asked with a hopeful smile.

"I wouldn't count on it," Ryan answered, Will already having moved towards the door without hearing Ryan's answer. People were quick to get off, Ryan stuck waiting in his seat for the aisle to clear, not that he was in much of a hurry anyway. He watched the mothers practically drag their children along, people pushing against each other, wondering what it was they were in such a hurry to get to. Hawaii was more of a vacation spot than somewhere for business meetings and what not. Shouldn't they be trying to relax?

About five to ten minutes later, the plane was pretty much empty so Ryan picked his bag up from Will's seat and slung it over his shoulder, stepping out of the seats and into the cramped aisle, ignoring the attendant's smile as he passed, walking out into the connecting tunnel from the plane to the building. He could hear the people in the airport and the first thing Ryan saw as he rounded the small corner were his friends, both of which who had obtained leis, waiting impatiently for him. "Let's go, Ross," Spencer called. Ryan made no attempt to quicken his pace.

When he reached the end, there was a lady there with leis, one of which she tried to stick on Ryan, but he just headed in the opposite direction because he was already wearing a scarf. A string of fake florescent flowers would only look stupid on top of that. "Were you ok on the plane?" Jon asked as Ryan got close to them, his hand tightly held in his boyfriends.

"I slept most of it," Ryan shrugged, stopping in front of Jon and Spencer. "Now what?"

"We go check into our hotel and get settled then figure out what we're doing tomorrow," Spencer said, making it half way through the sentence before turning and suddenly tugging Jon off towards the luggage claim. Ryan watched them start off before Spencer told him to move it or be sorry so he followed them, taking his own time while walking through the small airport. By the time he made it to the luggage claim, his had already been claimed by Spencer who agreed to carry it if Ryan would move his ass a little faster. Ryan didn't know why Spencer was in such a hurry, they had two weeks, but he gave in because he didn't have to carry his own bag; not that it was filled with much to begin with.

"Anything particular you want to do while here?" Jon asked as they all got outside, Spencer focusing on obtaining a cab for them.

"Nope," Ryan said just as blankly as he had talked to William while in the air. "I figured Spin would have every minute planned out perfectly for me anyway." Jon laughed lightly from his spot beside Ryan.

"He has a lot he wants to do," Jon nodded, smiling and watching Spencer bounce on his heels a bit, searching for a ride. "But he wants you to have fun too, Ryan. We both do."

"So you've said." Ryan looked at his watch, wondering how long it would take Spencer. It's not even that busy. At least not as busy as Vegas or the few times he ended up in New York.

"The only way you're going to have fun is if you try." Jon frowned at Ryan.

"I am trying," Ryan responded slightly frustrated. "I left my house, didn't I?"

"Come on you two!" Spencer called, having found a cab and was loading bags in already. Jon's eyes hovered on Ryan a moment longer before he silently sighed and headed towards his boyfriend, Ryan shoving his sunglasses against his face, leisurely joining Jon and Spencer in the cab.

-#-#-#-#-

Ryan lay sprawled across the bed of his hotel room, staring at the ceiling above him, his eyes tracing the bumpy pattern of the small sectioned squares. His bags sat in a pile beside the door where he had lazily dropped them once he was inside his room, telling Spencer and Jon that he was just going to relax for the remainder of the evening. The two had tried to get Ryan to agree to a room with two beds, mainly so they could moderate him, but the idea of being in the same room with a happy couple cashing in on his honeymoon didn't exactly appeal to Ryan, so he settled for a room beside theirs. Ryan only prayed the walls were thick enough.

Extending from Ryan's room was a little deck with a lawn chair, looking out towards the ocean and vast amount of sand which served as a beach. People were scattered across the land, enjoying the warm sun that poked into Ryan's room but he couldn't be bothered to really do anything. Though he had slept on the plane, he was still exhausted and still didn't feel like facing the world. Instead, he used his thumb to spin the little golden band around his finger, trying to figure out exactly what he did wrong that allowed Pete to move on so quickly.

He knew that it really wasn't his fault, that Pete was just using him, and that Spencer would kill him if he found out Ryan was blaming himself, but it still hurt. He had done so much for Pete, never really asking much in return, and all it got was him a mutilated heart and a two week stay, pretty much alone, in one of the top vacation spots in the world. Ryan already wasn't a big fan of Hawaii.

Sighing, he turned to his side and moved up farther on the bed, clutching the pillow firmly beneath his head while staring at the door until he bored himself to sleep.