I laugh a bit. "About time he logged off."

"What was that?" Marzia peeks in the room from the doorway. She's still in her pajamas, and her hair's a mess. I smile to her.

"Oh, just talking to myself." I sit back in my chair, staring at Cry's skype avatar, and the gray dot indicating he's offline next to it. It seems kinda lonely now.

"Oh, well, breakfast is almost ready." She giggles and runs upstairs.

"Alright, be up in a minute." I call back to her. I take one last glance at my screen before shutting it off.

Cryaotic is online.

"Huh?" I mumble to myself. In a couple of clicks, I'm on his profile. Shouldn't you be sleeping? c; I click send, and right away, he types back.

I had something to ask you...

Well then. He signed back on just for me. Alright. Well, what is it?

A long pause followed, and I wonder if he's still there. Maybe he'd fallen back asleep at his keyboard? It is 4 a.m. where he is...

Tell me your exact feelings about me.

Well, that's a weird thing to ask. He's... My bro. We're best friends, he knows that, doesn't he? Wonder why he'd ask something like that...

Well we're best friends! Why?

Another long pause. What's with him?

Oh. Alright. That's cool, thanks.

Cryaotic has logged off.

I stare at my screen for a few more seconds, wondering what just happened. I shrug it off, walking upstairs for breakfast.

I sigh, nearly falling asleep. I've been on TF2 for so long. I check the time.

"Ugh... Past four..." I lean back in my chair, pushing my hair back. I should definetly be sleeping. I log out of Skype, glancing at my friends list. And I notice Pewds just logged in. Oh... Guess I missed him.

Wasn't there something important I'd decided to ask him recently?

I stare at his avatar for a few minutes, then it dawns on me.

Oh. Right.

"Well. Better late than never..." I log back in. I immediately get a message from him.

Shouldn't you be sleeping? c; You are way too cute, Pewdie.

I try my hardest to type quickly, before I fall asleep. I had something to ask you...

Another immediate reply. Well, what is it?

Well. I don't think I can do this. I shudder as I slowly type my response. What's he going to say? What am I supposed to expect?

Finally, I finish.

Tell me your exact feelings about me.

Shivering, I await his response. This is the weirdest thing I've ever asked another man. Ugh, I wish I'd worded it differently. Pewdiepie is typing...

Well we're best friends! Why?

My heart skips a beat. Oh. So that's how it is on his end. I see... My eyes tear up a bit. I can't tell if it's the tiredness taking over, or if I'd hoped for a different answer. I realize I hadn't responded, so I quickly type one last note.

Oh. Alright. That's cool, thanks.

Then I log off and sit back in my chair, shivering. I wipe a tear from my eye and head to bed. I really have no chance.