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PewdieCry- Rated T
"You gotta put the portal there"
"Cry"
"The portal goes right there"
"Cry"
"I got this Pewds just put the portal there"
"Cry!" Pewdie finally shouted.
"What?!" Cry shouted back, followed by his soft laughter.
"I love you, Cry" Pewdie said,
"I love you too man, now shoot the portal" Cry chuckled, not realizing exactly what Pewdie had meant.
"No, Cry, I love you.." He trailed off, looking down from the computer screen. Cry blinked a few times, silence filling the skype call between them. Finally he found his voice. "What do you mean?" He asked weakly.
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Pewdie sighed, a lump forming in his throat as he tried desprately to stay calm. He'd decided the night before that today was the day. He was going to tell Cry how he felt. It might not make a difference, seeing as they were an ocean apart, but he had to let him know. Cry meant more to him then he thought a man could. He was his best friend, and understood him in every way. On the special occasions that Cry let himself be seen, Pewdie's heart would fluttery like a school girl's, and he couldn't help but smile uncontrolably.
Cry never noticed Pewdie's little jokes. When he would call him baby, or talk about making out. Or maybe he did and pretended not to. As far as Pewdie knew, he didn't think of him like that. But September contradicted that thought.
During september of the year before, almost a year ago now, Pewdie made a trip to Florida to visit his friend. He held his emotions in, it was only a crush then, so it was easy. One of those little things that pull at your heart strings when you see that person. But after Cry and he went out drinking, and came home drunk, everything changed.
Cry pushed himself on Pewdie, and being drunk as he was, Pewdie let it happen. He enjoyed every moment, and managed to hold onto that single memory of that night. Cry on the other hand claimed to remember nothing. He said that whatever happened, it was best they didn't remember. So Pewdie pretended that he didn't.
But since then, his feelings had grown from a tug on his heart strings to a 18-wheeler trying to drag his heart away to the boy on his screen. Today was one of those days Cry had gifted him with the sight of his face. It made his confession that much harder.
"I mean that I love you. I've liked you since last year, and I do remember what happened in September, I thought if I didn't say anything that these feelings would go away but they got stronger. I don't expect you to feel the same, but I wanted you to know" He sighed, feeling a massive weight life off his chest. Cry stayed silent.
After five minutes, he couldn't take it anymore, "Cry?"
"Hold on" Cry said, his voice sounding strange, Pewdie heard him sniffle.
"Cry are you crying?" He asked softly. Did what he said make Cry that upset?
"No" Cry lied, the stuffiness of his voice making it obvious.
"I didn't mean to make you upset.." Pewdie whispered, tears coming to his eyes. He was going lose Cry, after this the boy he loved would stop talking to him and he would never, ever see his face again.
"I remember too" Cry whispered.
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And Cry did remember. When Pewdie came down to visit, Cry planned on telling his friend that he was in love with him. That he had been since they met. But every time he tried, he'd choke and get caught looking like an idiot with his mouth hanging open. Pewds would laugh and taunt with something like, "Cat got your tongue?"
Alcohol and liqour made him bolder though. And so he took Pewdie out drinking, then dragged him back home with explicit thoughts in his mind.
He made love to his best friend. But never told him that he loved him.
Even in his drunken stupor he couldn't bring himself to say it, those three simple words. The next day he acted like he didn't remember, and when Pewdie claimed he didn't either, he was both relived and sad. From then on he held onto his feelings, swearing never to tell Pewdie how he felt, in fear of losing his friend.
Hearing those words fall off of Pewdie's tongue was like seeing someone you thought you lost. Hope filled up inside him and he swallowed his tears before turning to the computer screen.
"I love you too, Pewds."
"You gotta put the portal there"
"Cry"
"The portal goes right there"
"Cry"
"I got this Pewds just put the portal there"
"Cry!" Pewdie finally shouted.
"What?!" Cry shouted back, followed by his soft laughter.
"I love you, Cry" Pewdie said,
"I love you too man, now shoot the portal" Cry chuckled, not realizing exactly what Pewdie had meant.
"No, Cry, I love you.." He trailed off, looking down from the computer screen. Cry blinked a few times, silence filling the skype call between them. Finally he found his voice. "What do you mean?" He asked weakly.
---
Pewdie sighed, a lump forming in his throat as he tried desprately to stay calm. He'd decided the night before that today was the day. He was going to tell Cry how he felt. It might not make a difference, seeing as they were an ocean apart, but he had to let him know. Cry meant more to him then he thought a man could. He was his best friend, and understood him in every way. On the special occasions that Cry let himself be seen, Pewdie's heart would fluttery like a school girl's, and he couldn't help but smile uncontrolably.
Cry never noticed Pewdie's little jokes. When he would call him baby, or talk about making out. Or maybe he did and pretended not to. As far as Pewdie knew, he didn't think of him like that. But September contradicted that thought.
During september of the year before, almost a year ago now, Pewdie made a trip to Florida to visit his friend. He held his emotions in, it was only a crush then, so it was easy. One of those little things that pull at your heart strings when you see that person. But after Cry and he went out drinking, and came home drunk, everything changed.
Cry pushed himself on Pewdie, and being drunk as he was, Pewdie let it happen. He enjoyed every moment, and managed to hold onto that single memory of that night. Cry on the other hand claimed to remember nothing. He said that whatever happened, it was best they didn't remember. So Pewdie pretended that he didn't.
But since then, his feelings had grown from a tug on his heart strings to a 18-wheeler trying to drag his heart away to the boy on his screen. Today was one of those days Cry had gifted him with the sight of his face. It made his confession that much harder.
"I mean that I love you. I've liked you since last year, and I do remember what happened in September, I thought if I didn't say anything that these feelings would go away but they got stronger. I don't expect you to feel the same, but I wanted you to know" He sighed, feeling a massive weight life off his chest. Cry stayed silent.
After five minutes, he couldn't take it anymore, "Cry?"
"Hold on" Cry said, his voice sounding strange, Pewdie heard him sniffle.
"Cry are you crying?" He asked softly. Did what he said make Cry that upset?
"No" Cry lied, the stuffiness of his voice making it obvious.
"I didn't mean to make you upset.." Pewdie whispered, tears coming to his eyes. He was going lose Cry, after this the boy he loved would stop talking to him and he would never, ever see his face again.
"I remember too" Cry whispered.
---
And Cry did remember. When Pewdie came down to visit, Cry planned on telling his friend that he was in love with him. That he had been since they met. But every time he tried, he'd choke and get caught looking like an idiot with his mouth hanging open. Pewds would laugh and taunt with something like, "Cat got your tongue?"
Alcohol and liqour made him bolder though. And so he took Pewdie out drinking, then dragged him back home with explicit thoughts in his mind.
He made love to his best friend. But never told him that he loved him.
Even in his drunken stupor he couldn't bring himself to say it, those three simple words. The next day he acted like he didn't remember, and when Pewdie claimed he didn't either, he was both relived and sad. From then on he held onto his feelings, swearing never to tell Pewdie how he felt, in fear of losing his friend.
Hearing those words fall off of Pewdie's tongue was like seeing someone you thought you lost. Hope filled up inside him and he swallowed his tears before turning to the computer screen.
"I love you too, Pewds."
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PewdieCry - Why Am I Even Doing This?! XD
So This Is A Thing...
Wow.
That was the only thing that ran through Cry's head as he scanned the scene before him. He set a steady pace of walking as he examined the entire facility. There were people everywhere; talking, yelling, walking, or what they were really there to do- play video games. Now he was definitely glad he decided to accept the invite to one of the best gaming expos in the history of gaming expos. Though he felt he didn't deserve it, they sure wanted him to feel like he did. Of course, Cry wasn't one to be rude. Despite all of that he couldn't hide the childish flurries happening in his mind as he looked around
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The two men laid unconscious on the floor. They began to stir groaning.
"Oh god" moaned cry
"What's going on?" asked pewdie.
"pewdie is that you?" asked cry leaning up.
'Cry? Yeah its me" he groaned leaning up grabbing his back with his dirty blond hair messed up.
"how'd we get here?" asked cry. He touched his face and felt his white mask still there.
"I don't know I don't remember anything" pewdie said starting to stand up. "need a hand bro?" he asked cry who grabbed his hand and pewdiepie pulled him up.
"Shit dude I know where we are" Cry said looking around. This wasn't hard for cry to figure out, Cry always figured out puzzles fa
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PewdieCry Damnit Cry
"do I really have to do this?"
"of course"
"but you know how scared I get"
"come on Pewds, don't be a wimp"
"fine…"
Pewdie sighed as he stared at the computer screen in front of him. Cry had somehow convinced him to play this new super scary Amnesia custom story. Of course he's objected at first but cry had managed to talk him into it, once again. So here he was, sat in front of the computer in the dark, wishing he could just go play a nice calm game, but no, cry wasn't going to let him get away with not playing this.
Pewdie sighed again and finally clicked the start button. Cry just smirked then gave Pewdie a quick kiss on the cheek.
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sssoooo cute! the feels! Also, does Cry really live in Florida? Cuz if it's true, I wonder if I was ever around him & never noticed!