Ryan's POV

"Those yams are gonna fall, bro!" Will shouted. Greg was filming what was about to become a mess, and Will was supposed to be there for support. The video we were shooting consisted of me balancing yams on my arms, head, and one of my legs. We get the weirdest Dear Ryan entries..

As I finally got in a comfortable position, a heard the door open and looked over.

"Ryan?" A voice asked.

I lost balance, bringing the yams down with me as I realized who the voice belonged to. "Chester, what are you doing in my house?"

"I-I just thought I'd visit. I mean, I haven't really hung out with you in a while, and I'm in town to do... uhm... Bikini modeling..? NO. I mean, video scenory." he hesitated.

Will and Greg exchanged looks; neither one knew him very well. I could tell they felt uncomfortable, so I gestured to the door. When we were alone, I spoke. "Video scenory?"

"Uhm, yeah. There are a lot of... trees here. It would work for my work out tutorial... Somehow."

"Yeah, I understand how weird videos get," I said as I looked down, yams all over my body.

Chester then laughed his abnoxious and very loud laugh. I reached out my hand and he grabbed it willingly as we did the traditional "Bro hug."

"So, how long will you be here?" I asked.

"A few weeks," he replied casually.

"Doing a work out video?" I said skeptical.

I noticed Chester's face get red as he glanced around looking for some sort of idea. I would only know that because that's what I always do.

"Uh yeah... No, not really. I thought I'd just enjoy being away from Cali, you know?"

I laughed a little, but then looked at him a little bit more carefully. He seemed exhausted, as if he had been driving all night. But the weirdest thing was that his hair was just... plain. He always had something in his hair, and this time it was just down, doing whatever it wanted. He seemed like he'd been in a hurry.

"Well, uh, welcome in I guess? It's kind of boring here, but whatever," I said and walked back to the living room.

I could hear him following behind, and I sat down on the couch, leaving room for him, and we just spent the day catching up. But I kept feeling something strange in my stomach everytime he talked, but I figured I was just getting sick and pretended like nothing ever happened.