A/N: I'm not going to use Cry's real name because I have read somewhere that he doesn't want people to use it online (not sure when/where he said this but I respect his choice). It's all goooood. This story is (obviously) fictional and a result of my creative mind after watching countless repeats of PewDieCry moments on YouTube. Yep, I just admitted that.
I really hope neither of them reads this. That would be embarrassing on so many levels.
I need therapy.
Accident
They were on Skype pretty late at night, but neither of them seemed to notice. Felix grumbled incoherently through the voice chat.
"What is it?" Cry smirked.
Felix sighed and his gaze dropped. "I'm just so tired. I haven't been getting much sleep lately."
Cry cleared his throat, not wanting his overly-concerned reaction to be picked up. "How about taking a few days off? Maybe even a week or two?"
The response he got was delayed and slightly unsure. "...I'll think about it."
And they went back to laughing and catching up on the past week.
"Hey, Felix?"
"Yeah?"
"...Want to come over sometime?"
His head jolted up at the offer. Years of being friends and neither of them had even mentioned the distance or even a single visit.
Instead of voicing his thoughts, he blinked. "What?"
Cry shrugged before realising Felix couldn't see him. "Oh, just a thought. I mean, you're welcome anytime, you know?"
The blond fidgeted in his seat before cracking a smile. "Sure, sounds like a plan."
Months of planning, inconsistency and voice calls later – they were to be roommates in less than a week. The plan was for Felix to first spend a few days with his girlfriend – sight-seeing, travelling, camping out at hotels. Then she'd be gone and it would only be the two of them.
Felix had even updated his social media to let everyone know that his uploads wouldn't be as consistent as they usually were. Everyone seemed to be thoughtful and he boarded the plane in content.
Spending hours on end on transport systems had really left him exhausted. And it was only his first day in the States. He sighed impatiently, glancing out every so often at the unfamiliar buildings. His girlfriend placed her hand on his arm lovingly and his thoughts vanished as he leaned his head towards hers.
"Have a good flight?"
He could barely keep his eyes open and had finally resorted to morphing the impatience into fatigue.
"Mhm, fine." He mumbled before passing out in Cry's guest room. Felix heard a soft chuckle and the warmth of the blanket cover his aching body before his world turned black.
Eleven hours later and his phone beeped him to consciousness. He scrambled up, carelessly throwing the duvet away, hands ruffling on the bed for the source of the noise.
He tried his best to clear the grogginess out of his voice, "Hello?"
"Felix!" she cried out happily on the line before pausing. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
He rubbed his face and sloppily ran his fingers through his hair, "Uh, kind of."
She giggled before their conversation took a different turn and they eventually hung up.
He stumbled out of bed, stretched in a position that could only be described as a human pretzel, and made his way to the bathroom.
His girlfriend had been on a night out in town and collapsed on the couch.
The men glanced at each other and Felix bit his lip. "Cry, if it's-"
"She can stay." Cry interrupted warmly, glancing down at the sleeping figure in the other's arms.
Felix sighed in relief and held Cry's arm, locking their eyes together. "Thank you. So much. I can't-"
"Save it for our wedding."
"Ha-ha."
Felix tiptoed across the landing, hands attentively reaching for the banister besides the staircase. His eyes were still adjusting to the dark as he went to check on her. She'd said she would be upstairs in ten minutes, but almost thirty had passed.
His eyes shot up at a silhouette standing directly in front of him. Without thinking much, he closed the distance between them in a kiss. His hands reached for the person's hair and cheeks. Instead of feeling long roots tangling in his fingers, he felt short, unruly locks. Soft cheeks had been replaced with a stubbly jaw line.
He immediately pulled back.
Cry stumbled and muttered something incomprehensible under his breath. Felix froze in place. He blinked, feeling the rush of blood flow to his cheeks.
Without another word, Cry rushed to his room and closed the door softly behind him.
Breakfast was awkward, to say the least. Neither of them made eye contact or even exchanged hellos. His girlfriend thought of it as a minor argument and nothing more, teasing them to "make up while I visit a friend".
The door closed behind her, leaving the house in immediate silence. It was unnerving. A few hours passed, and Felix finally plucked up enough courage to confront Cry about "the incident" – which his mind liked to refer to it as.
The knock on the door instantly silenced the music playing on the other end.
"Come in."
Felix swallowed, breathed out and turned the handle. Cry shot up – eyes wide, hair messy and clothes wrinkled. He forced a friendly smile.
Felix saw through it. "Hey, I...just wanted to...uh, apologise...for, y'know-"
"Don't."
"What?"
Cry stuttered, his cheeks flushing. "I mean it was an accident."
Felix blinked and slowly nodded, not looking away. "Right."
"You two made up?"
Felix glanced over at her, smiling in relief at the company. She grinned and pulled him in.
He pulled back too soon, and she noticed. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He paused. "My breath smells."
Her frown was replaced with a chuckle. "You're fine."
He laughed along sheepishly but avoided contact whenever he could.
Cry drove them to the airport, as planned. A few hours remained until the flight so there was no panic or hurry. They mostly sat in silence – Cry using the wheel as an excuse to stay unspoken and Felix forcing himself to read a book he had packed for the ride.
As soon as they entered, he stuffed the book in his carry-on and excused himself to the restroom. His girlfriend offered Cry a snack at one of the cafés, to which he adamantly refused.
Felix sighed into one of the mirrors, glad to be alone, fully aware that he had been rejecting his girlfriend's affection towards him for the past few days.
And he knew exactly what was to blame.
The door creaked open. "Felix?"
More like who.
"Yeah?"
"...You alright?"
He wanted to scoff or lash out with some sarcastic response. "Fine" was all he managed.
Cry warily stepped forward, still keeping his distance. "You should get checked in."
Felix avoided his eyes but said nothing.
"Felix?"
Silence.
"You're ignoring me."
He washed his hands again.
"Don't-"
Felix pushed past him slightly as he reached for the door.
"Fucking talk to me!"
He jumped slightly at the rare anger in Cry's voice and turned to face him, narrowing his eyes. His gaze immediately softened after noticing the pleading look he was given.
"You're acting like this is my fault."
Felix looked down.
"I wasn't the one who starte-"
"I know, I know."
Cry glared. "Then why the hell have you been avoiding me?"
Felix sighed in exasperation. "Fuck. Do we have to-"
"Do this right now? Yes, we do."
"This isn't the right-"
"There won't be a right time after this." Cry finally looked up. "You're fucking leaving in an hour."
They were both quiet.
Cry narrowed his eyes in confusion. "You've been avoiding both of us."
The response was an honest, delayed nod.
"Is it because of-"
"The kiss?" Felix flinched, realising it was the first time he had named the incident for what it actually was and that they had been finishing each other's sentences. "Yeah, it is."
Cry paused, trying to compose himself. "It was an accident, like I said. There's no reason to feel guilty."
"You don't understand." Felix growled.
Cry shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "I know, I messed things up between you and-"
"I liked it."
He stopped fidgeting and let out a weak voice. "What?"
Felix let out a violent breath. "I said I fucking liked it."
Cry once more felt his cheeks heat up. "This- I'm sure you don't- I mean it's- It's not like-"
"Cry-"
"It wasn't so- I don't know it's-"
Felix groaned, rubbing his temples to calm himself. "Cry, please, shut-"
"An accident- Nothing more- We're not-"
His eyes flew open as soon as Felix pressed him against the wall and crashed their lips together. He had little time to react as Felix cupped his cheeks, leaving his fingers to card through the same unruly hair as before.
They parted too soon for either of their liking.
They panted, still hungry for each other, but managed to move apart.
Felix snarled and cursed loudly once more. He looked down sombrely in full understanding of what he had just done. This time though, it was different. He hadn't just been reckless.
He muttered under his breath before the door closed between them. "Thanks for the ride."
He'd meant every second of it.
A/N: I take that back. I am damn proud of this.