Promises - Part 6

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Dun dun dun! Part 6! It's rather angsty. It'll get cheerier I promise! ;) Let me know what you think.

Author: improvfan88
Story: Promises
Pairing: Ry/Col
Rating: R for swearing and dreaming, but nothing too heavy.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. They can own me if they like, though. As a personal sex slave preferably.

Promises - Part 6

I didn't get out of bed all day. I'll admit that I cried for a while after I realised that Colin had done a runner. I tried phoning him and texting him, but he didn't answer. I had missed calls from Drew and the gang about dinner yesterday, which had gone completely out of my mind. I'd asked them if they had seen Colin. Drew had told me that Colin had text him, apologising for missing dinner, but when Drew had replied asked him why he had missed it and where he was now, Colin hadn't replied. They had tried phoning him but to no avail. It was like he had disappeared.

So here I was. Still lying in bed. I had put some boxers on, but otherwise, I was still in the same condition that Colin had left me in last night. I really needed a shower, but I just couldn't find the energy.

'So we're back to square one then.'

'No, no we're not. I don't know where we are, but at square one, nothing had happened.'

'Think you're right, Ry Guy.'

'You're agreeing with me?'

'Course I am. We're the same person.'

'What do we do now then?'

'I don't know. Hurts doesn't it?'

'Badly.'

'See now he knows. He knows how much breaking his promises hurts you. You know what's funny though?'

'Enlighten me.'

'He's not actually broken one yet. He said that you'd be jumping each others bones tonight. It's only four in the afternoon.'

'So, what? He's gonna come back tonight, we'll fuck and he'll leave again?'

'I don't know! I thought I'd just point it out as a redeeming quality.'

'It doesn't really redeem him. And I doubt he'll turn up.'

''Hey hey! We switching places here or something?'

"Fuck!" I scream. This hurts so much, it sucks, and I don't know what he's playing at. The way he was acting, telling me that he'd wanted last night for ages, just everything. But when I told him I loved him, he didn't say it back.

'That's a bitch.'

'Oh fuck off, and leave me to wallow in misery will ya?'

A knock at the door distracts me. My heart jumps at the thought that it might be Colin.

'Wait a minute, angry! You should be angry with him!'

'Exactly!'

'What am I gonna say to him?'

'Just answer the fucking door!'

I jump out of the bed and almost trip over my own feet trying to get to the door. What if it is him? What should I say? All I can think about is kissing him, holding him again. But no. I should be furious. Before I talk myself into saying anything stupid, I open the door. And there's Greg standing on the other side.

"What?" I ask him.

"Politeness was never really your striking feature was it Ry Guy?" He says in that sarcastic tone of his. Usually, I love Greg to bits. We've been friends for years now. But today, in my current mood, I'd rather not see anybody.

"I'm not in a good mood Greg, what's up." I inform him in a monotone.

"Just wondering if you've seen Colin around."

"No."

"You alright Ry Guy?"

"I wish you wouldn't call me that. And no, I'm not."

"You guys fight?"

"Kinda."

"What 'bout?"

"Nothing. Something stupid. If I find him, we'll sort it out."

"Alright. Let me know if you hear from him. We're all a bit worried."

"He's a big boy Greg, he can take care of himself." With that, I close the door. I'm in no mood for Greg, Colin or anyone now. I shuffle back over to the bed and fling myself down on it. It's weird, I don't think I've ever felt so depressed in my life. Ever. I lift my head to check the room for alcohol. Nothing except a sliver of Jack Daniels. I wave my hand over my head until it collides with the phone. I pick up the hand set, press the button for Room Service, and wait until I'm greeted with the cheeriest voice in the world.

"Good afternoon Mr Stiles, what can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if it's possible to order some food."

"No problem sir, what can I get for you?"

"Do you have something like burger and fries?"

"I can get that for you sir."

"Also, is it possible to order up some alcohol?"

"Of course sir, what would you like."

"A bottle of Jack Daniels if possible."

"That is no problem, sir. Anything else?"

"No thank you, if you could just stick it on my tab?"

"I can do that for you, sir. Have a nice afternoon."

"Yeah." I answer, and hang up. I may have been a bit rude at the end there, but you can't really blame me, can you?

'Course not. I'm assuming the plan is to get drunk with Jack again?'

'Why not? It worked last time.'

'Last time was an utter fluke.'

'I know. But it's a win-win situation. Either I get drunk and he turns up. Or I get drunk and forget about him."

'Or you'll fall into an even deeper depression.'

'I'll be drunk so it won't matter.'

Not five minutes later, there's another knock on my door. My heart doesn't race this time, I know it's only room service. The rather attractive waiter comes in, places the tray on the table, pours me out a glass of Jack and leaves with a nod and a tip.

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A good few hours later, it's all my brain power to remember my name is Ryan Stiles. I'm quite pleased that I remember that. And then I do the worst thing I could ever do. I pick up my phone, and call Colin. It rings through to his voicemail. I should hang up. But I don't.

"Colin? Where are you man?" I slur. "Thought you were gonna come back, huh? You promised. But nope, whatever you've got on tonight is obviously more important. I thought we'd crossed a line you know? New things and shit. But nah. It fucking obviously meant nothing to you." I pause for a second, and sigh deeply. I really hadn't meant to say that. "I'm sorry. But you know now how much you mean to me. It hurt Col, when I woke up this morning and you weren't there. And if all you wanted was a one time thing, a quick fuck, then you should have told me. But just-" I'm lost now. I really don't know what to say to him. "Just let me know you're alright. I can't tell you that we'll be alright. Um.....bye." I finish lamely. I wait for thirty seconds, and annoyed that he doesn't immediately text or phone me, I fling the phone across the room. It's a good phone, it doesn't smash, but it puts a dent in the wall. I don't care though. I'm beyond caring about anything now.

'So he kept a record of two promises in a row. Wow!'

'Ah fuck off. I'm sure he's got a good excuse.'

'That's just it Ry Guy. Excuses. He keeps coming up with them. And you keep accepting them, rolling over for him.'

'I'd gladly roll over for him.' I giggle a little at that. I have the dirtiest mind in the entire Whose Line cast.

'Hilarious.'

Feeling slightly victorious that my own sub conscious doesn't have a smart ass comeback, I stumble over to the bed - somehow I had been on the floor again - and crawl under the covers, wrapping myself up. It's so cold without him. I feel the alcohol beginning to rebel in my body, threatening to come up again. I keep it down. I'm not letting anything walk over me anymore, even if it is my own body.

'Woo! Go Ry Guy! Refusing to let his own body vomit! You're winning!'

'Go 'way. Let me sleep.'

'Something's bothering you. Tell me what it is.'

'No.'

'Tell me Ry Guy, or I'll keep bothering you allllllll night.'

'No.'

'I'll sing! "You got to love Colin, I'll love him til the end. I have to admit that he is my best friend-" I can stop anytime!'

'Alright! I just - the last time I done this, he came and saved me.'

And he's not here saving you this time.'

'Well, yeah.' This starts me off again, tears bursting from my eyes. I try to stop, but it only makes me cry harder. I can't believe myself. I'm a forty five year old man, drunk, lying in bed, crying my eyes out over another man. I eventually fall in a kind of half sleep. I'm vaguely conscious of the things around me, but I'm more aware of the dream I'm having. Not surprisingly, it's of Colin. He's lying next to me, staring into my eyes, nothing but love shining from his eyes. He leans in and whispers his love to me. I whisper my own back and we share a kiss, before we snuggle down into the familiar position - him on his left side, me spooned behind him. I smile and give in to sleep. The room keeps spinning when my eyes are closed, but the dream of Colin overtakes it. The dream turns to a nightmare when he suddenly sits up, turns to me and tells me that it was just an experiment and it's over. He dresses and runs out the room, slamming the door as he goes.

In that little bit of conscious I still possess. I actually hear the door open and close. But I put it down to my dream.

In my dream, I'm crying hard now. I've turned into a thirteen year old boy. I look up and find my mother walking towards me. 'You still dream of your mother?' She sits on the bed and holds me close, whispering in my ear that everything will be alright.

My conscious is hearing it too. Somebody whispering in my ear. It can't be a ghost, my mother's not dead. Somebody is wrapping their arms round me.

"Col?" I mutter, now desperately trying to fight off sleep.

"It's me." I'm not sure whether it's my mother in my dream, or Colin is actually here. "I'm here, go to sleep. I'll be here in the morning, I promise."