PewdieCry- Rated T

Tired. He was tired. Tired of everything. Of the hate, the constant bugging, he'd been sober for 5 months, but now he really needed a drink. He knew it was a bad idea, knew that one drink led to many, but he didn't care. He wanted to lose himself in a way he hadn't in a while.

Cry bought quite a few bottles of liqour, enought to make the store clerk eye him strangely as he went to check out. "Party" Cry mumbled to the guy. He didn't look like he fell for the lie.

When he got back home he mixed himself a drink. Then another. And another. By the fourth drink he forgot why he was drinking, and by the eighth he didn't wonder why anymore, he didn't really think about anything. Except Felix.

Why was he thinking about Felix? Cry was straight, he had been all his life. But lately, he felt himself getting closer to Felix, and it scared him. But as of now, he was too drunk to think clearly. He managed to find the boy's number on his phone, and dispite it being 4AM, he hit the call button.

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Being woken up at 4AM to your drunk best friend calling you and going on about how he needed you right away, wasn't the best way Felix had ever woken up. Not the worst, either. The worst was when Cry had gotten so drunk he stumbled over to Felix's and puked on his chest in his attempt to wake him.

So Felix got dressed and made his way the few blocks over to Cry's. The door was unlocked and he left himself in, locking the door behind him. Cry sat on the couch, drink in hand. How many did that make? Felix wondered. He didn't think he wanted to find out.

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Cry looked up at his friend. He'd had 4 more drinks in the half hour it took Felix to get there. He wanted to build the courage he needed to tell Felix how he felt, but somewhere along the line he had became angry, he couldn't remember why, but he knew he was mad.

"I think that's enough" Felix finally said, going to grab the drink from Cry's hand. He quickly moved it away.
"I'll let you know when I had enough" He slurred. Felix furrowed his brow and reached for the drink again, "Give me the glass, Cry"

Something about his nickname set off a spark inside Cry, he'd always been fine with it, but something about it this time made him defensive.

"Don't call me that stupid name!" He yelled, standing up. He almost lost his balance at first but managed to stay up right. Felix backed up a few steps.

"Okay, calm down. You called me here remember? I just want to help" Felix put his hands up, making a gesture that said 'I'm not here to hurt you' but Cry just seemed to grow angrier.

"Help? Help?!" He shouted, "You never help me! All you do is say "Don't worry about it, Cry" like I'm a fucking child!" At this he threw his glass on the ground, the glass shattering all around his bare feet.

"Whoa watch it-" Felix started to say but was cut off by the drunk man, "You watch it!" His fist connected with Felix's face before Felix could figure out what Cry was doing. His drunk friend was a lot stronger then he realized, and the force of the blow made small black spots twinkle across his vision.

Now Felix was angry, but he wouldn't hit Cry back. He knew he was only doing this because of the alcohol. Sighing, he looked at the floor.

"I'm sorry, Cry, I never meant to patronize you. I only wanted to look out for you. You know, be there for you" Cry seemed to calm down a bit, his eyes begining to flutter as if he were tired.

"Sit down ok, I'll clean this up" Felix said cautiously. Surprisingly, Cry did as he was told and sat on the couch. A few minutes later, after the mess had been cleaned, Felix joined him.

"Why were you drinking again?" Felix asked softly. Tears ran down Cry's face. "It's just so much. I act like nothing bothers me but it just gets locked up inside. I wanted it to go away" He held onto Felix, and Felix held him while he cried. That's all he could do as Cry choked on his sobs, creating a wet spot on his shirt.

"Don't lock it up, talk to me about these things. You know we go through the same things, so lets get through it together, alright?" Cry looked up at Felix and nodded, then said, "I like my nickname, I didn't mean what I said. And I'm sorry for hitting you" Felix smiled his genuine smile and shrugged, "I'll be fine"

They sat like that for a while, until both fell asleep there on the couch. Cry was going to have one hell of a hangover, he could figure that out even drunk as he was, but that was fine. Between what happened tonight and tomorrows hangover, he would be reminded why he quite drinking.