It was a rainy day. Pewdie kept twiddling his thumbs as he stared at his phone. Where was Cry? He was supposed be here an hour ago. Pewdie decided to give him another half hour before he would call. But as that half an hour passed Pewdie started to get a bad feeling in his gut. Surely Cry should have been here by now.
Pewdie dialed Cry's number. He heard three rings and then Cry's voicemail. Pewdie's heart started to pound. It wasn't like Cry not to answer.
Pewdie quickly got on his shoes, grabbed his umbrella and started to walk to Cry's house. A walk turned into a run as possible reasons to why Cry wasn't answering ran through his head.
Cry. Cry. He could only hope that he was okay.
Cry was his closest friend, maybe he had more feelings for Cry than just a friendship but surely he couldn't tell him that
As Pewdie reached Cry's front door he took a deep breath and opened it. What he saw wasn't what he had expected. There were clothes scattered all over the floor. He followed the trail to Cry's living room.
His heart shattered. There lay Cry on the couch doing IT with a woman. It wasn't surprising that Cry was doing IT, because he was attractive but he couldn't comprehend anything beyond that. Pewdie turned away and went to leave when Cry said his name.
"Pewdie."
Pewdie stopped in his tracks and turned to face Cry. "Yes?" His heart pounded with hope, waiting for Cry to say he was sorry.
"Pewdie, it isn't polite to walk in on people and stare."
Pewdie's body shook as his hair covered his tear filled eyes. When he looked up to see Cry's expressionless face he just turned and ran out the door without a single word.