The two days had gone by rather quickly as Ryan stepped off the plane breathing in the air. "Damn. It was so cramped in there for so long." He walked down the hall to get past the guards and get his baggage. Getting his only suitcase he made his way to the area where everyone waited for the arrivals. As Ryan walked out there where numerous people holding up signs saying things like 'I love you, welcome back!' or 'Hey sweetheart! Over here!' or the occasional persons name. Ryan walked further in as he scoped out the area to find his friend. "He should be here. He said he was waiting for me." Ryan whispered to himself as he looked at all the faces, worrying slightly that this had all been a joke.
"Cry?" Came a voice to his left. Looking in the direction of the voice, Ryan's face lit up. Feliks was standing there, arms out for a hug. Ryan jogged over and dropped his bags as he wrapped his arms around Pewdie. "Glad you could make it~" Feliks said, smile on his face. "Great to be here~" Ryan said, smile equally large. Feliks smiled as he felt a warm rushing wave go over him. Ryan smiled as he hesitated to let go of the man. "So... Are we going anywhere first? Or, just straight to your place?"
Feliks picked up Ryan's bags. "To my house so that you can rest. I'm sure the flight here was tiring." Ryan was surprised when Feliks picked up his bags, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "Y-You don't have to carry my luggage.. I-I can do that myself.. really.. I can.." Feliks smiled and chuckled slightly. "I'd say by the look on your face and the way your clothes sag, you wouldn't even be able to lift a feather. When we get to my home, I'll let you shower, eat and rest. You can tell me all about your travel once your done eating~" Feliks smiled as he started to walk to the exit. Ryan was left standing there for a little bit, smiling and blushing to himself. "I'm going to eat with him~" He squeaked happily as he ran after Feliks.
After loading the luggage into his car, Pewdie sat in the drivers seat. "You sit where you usually would drive in America. It's different here in England." After slight confusion, Ryan sat in the seat opposite to Feliks. "Thanks~" He blushed in slight embarrassment. "I don't travel often and I've never been to England." Feliks smiled as they drove. "It's okay." Ryan looked out the window to watch the passing scenes of the country he had never been in, smiling all the while. Feliks looked over every now and then at the dazzling man beside him. He smiled as he drew nearer and nearer to his house.
"What would you like to eat?" Ryan was surprised when the silence was suddenly broken. "Huh? I never thought about it... w-what is there to eat... I-I hope.." Ryan said as his voice trailed off. Feliks laughed. "There are so many rumours for the English having a bad sense in cooking. Some foods are not to my liking but there are other things as well. Vegetables and meats. Not just crumpets or Yorkshire pudding." Ryan chuckled nervously. "O-Okay.. good... I-I just thought.. y'know.."
"Media?" Feliks guessed as he pulled into the driveway. "Yeah." Nodded Ryan as he got out. He went to the trunk to get his bags. "Don't.." Feliks said. "I'll get them. Don't worry~" He gave him a nice smile. Ryan was a little bemused at this. "I can do it.." He said as he went to pick one up. Not wanting to seem rude to his friend, Feliks let him pick up a bag, giving up the fight. "Fine. Go ahead."
Ryan picked up a bag and happily walked behind Feliks, waiting for him to open the door. Once in Ryan put the bag down. "Now that you mention it, I am just a little tired."
"Get a shower and come and eat~" Feliks said as he left the bags in the living room. "We'll make up a bed for you later. Now follow me.." He led Ryan to the bathroom. "Here's the bathroom. If you need to get a change of clothes, you can go get them while I ready a towel." Ryan gave a nod as he ran downstairs to get his clothes out of his bag. He went to the living room and started looking for his bag. "Damn.. I knew I left it in here.."
As he looked he bumped into a table, knocking over a pile of magazines. "Shit.." Ryan ran over immediately to clean up the mess. As he was cleaning he saw a flask under one of the magazines. A neon orange flask. "Hmm?" Moving over the magazine, the youtuber saw that it was a medication flask which was half empty. "Huh?" He picked it up and turned it over to the label. It read: Feliks Kjellberg
Ryan was confused. Why would Feliks have medication? Was he sick? He didn't look it or show any signs... "Ryan?" Called Feliks' voice. Panicking, Ryan stuffed the flask in his pocket. "Yeah...?"
"Where are you?"
"I can't find my bag.. do you know where it is?" Ryan asked. "I left it by the door. I'm in my room. I'll be done in a bit." Ryan nodded. "Thanks..." He walked over to the door and sure enough, his bag was there. Worry ate at him like a never ending hunger. He grabbed a towel out of his bag and started up the stairs. He walked by Feliks room. "You okay..?" He asked, out of curiosity of the flask. He never brought it up. He stayed quite. "Yeah~ Why do you ask?" Feliks looked up. "Oh, nothing.." Ryan said as he smiled nervously. "I'll go, uh.. and get that shower now..." He left and walked to the bathroom.
Closing the door behind him, he leaned against it and took the flask out. He looked at it. No other information but his name was on it. "Weird... usually medication as important info on it... why not this? Was it scratched out? Faded.. never printed..." Ryan shook his head. "Not important... leave it... they could be vitamins... special vitamins... leave them..." He put them on the counter, next to the sink as he undressed for his shower. His mind never left the worry he felt. Why was the question constantly popping up in his mind? Why this and why that... He showered, casting glances at the flask every now and then. "Why..." He whispered.
Finishing his shower, Ryan got out and wrapped the towel around himself. Walking over to sink, he looked down at the flask. "No.." He pushed it aside. "Stop being obsessed with it... you're at your crushes house... staying for who knows how long..." He looked into the mirror and gasped. He was as pale as a dead body. "No.. must be my imagination..." He shook his head and took the towel off to dry his hair. He got dressed as he made his way downstairs. "Feliks?" Silence reined. "Feliks..?"
"Yeah? I'm in the kitchen." Came a voice from somewhere in the house. Ryan sighed as he walked to the kitchen, hair slightly wet. "So. Food?" Ryan asked, smiling. Feliks smiled as he looked to him. "Hmm.. how about a ham sandwich for tonight? I wasn't planning on cooking tonight anyway."
"Sounds good~" Ryan said as he sat on a stool by the island. "So tell me. How was your flight?" Feliks got out two plates as he began to make the sandwich's. "It was good. Just for the fact that it was cramped and the baby behind me was crying."
"Brutal." Commented the Swede.
"Yeah. I took the kid and started to rock it, singing this one song I remember from when I was a kid. It was good to get up and stretch my legs a bit. I walked around a little and everyone stopped what they were doing as they started to listen to me. Even the flight attendants." He blushed. "It was kinda embarrassing..."
"I heard you sing. You're good. Not bad at all~" Feliks blushed himself as he kept his back turned to Ryan so the American wouldn't see. Ryan smiled and blushed himself. "Anyway... the kid fell asleep and everyone applauded me.. quietly of course.." Cry chuckled. "I guess it was nice." There was a klink as Ryan looked down to see a sandwich at his elbows. "It has mayo in it." Feliks said as he took a bite of his. "Hope it's okay with you~" Ryan smiled as he bit his. "It's great~"
A few minutes later, Ryan finished and collected the plates as he put them in the sink. "So.. what now?" He shrugged as he looked to Pewdie.
"Movie?" The Swedish man suggested. "Sure~" Ryan said, smiling as he stifled a yawn.
They walked over to the living room as Feliks fished through his DVD collection. "Hellboy?" Feliks suggested as he showed the case, looking to Ryan. "Sure~ Haven't seen that movie in forever~" Smiling, Pewdie popped the disk in and pressed play as he went to sit next to Cry. "Oh! Snacks? Drinks?" He looked to the American. "No thanks." Ryan said, waving an arm. "The sandwich was enough for me."
The movie started and they watched. When it came to the death scene, Cry's hand nudged Pewdie's and the Swedish man grasped it. They both blushed at the contact. As the scene progressed, tears lined Ryan's eyes. Feliks looked over. "Are you... crying?" Ryan looked to him and blinked the tears away. "Of course not.. who do you take me for?" Feliks smiled sweetly. "It's fine. It's an emotional scene. First time I saw it, I got teary eyed too.." Ryan looked back to the movie, letting his eyes tear up again as they watched the rest of the movie.
It was barely past the middle of the movie before Ryan started to yawn, eyes slipping close every now and then. Feliks took notice of this and looked to him. "Tired?"
"Nah.. not at all..." He yawned in the middle of his words. Feliks smiled as he continued to watch the movie. He felt a sudden weight on his shoulder as he looked to see Ryan asleep on him. Feliks blushed and smiled as he picked him up, bridal style with one arm hanging as he made his way upstairs to his room. He put Ryan on one side of the bed and covered him as the Swede went downstairs to clean up a bit before going to sleep. Coming back up he dressed into his pyjamas and slipped into the bed. "There's so much I want to tell you... so much that I've kept from you..." Ryan snored quietly, not noticing as he was in a deep sleep. Smiling and seeing his chance, Feliks leaned over and kissed the American's temple before turning out the lights and falling asleep.
Coincidentally, their nightmares linked.