Wow, I really should apologize for taking so long. I've kind of been sidetracked and busy with academic matters so it took a while . . . This chapter to me, is kind of a filler but there is some progress.
It wasn't that his time here had gotten boring. It was far from it. But as Cry laid down on the couch on his stomach, he could feel time just creeping by. He had always imagined that being on vacation meant that people lose track of their internal clock, one day would blend into another and by the time they had come to their senses, the break was over. Pewdie and Marzia were away for the time. They apparently had a little errand to attend to. While rolling around on the couch, his idle form stopped when he noticed a pug making its way towards him. It was Maya, Marzia's pug.
"Come here, come here Maya." Cry cooed. Eventually, the dog did scurry to him. He picked Maya up and lifted her up in the air.
"I don't suppose you would know what I can do right now." He said, expecting no reply in return. Maya simply gave a cheery bark. Cry sighed at this.
"I thought so…" He trailed off. As he was distracted, he didn't notice that Maya was drooling and it eventually made it down to his shirt. Once he felt the slimy substance, he immediately placed the dog down.
"Maya! Look what you did!" Cry scolded lightly, though he wasn't angry by the slightest. After changing into a new shirt, he noticed that Maya was still waiting patiently for him, her stubby tail wagging from side to side. He had found this scene to be rather endearing. His mind wandered to the thought of whether or not Maya would often get lonely when Pewdie and Marzia had travel to other places of the world for a few weeks at a time. That's why he had never thought about owning a pet himself as of yet. Cry could only imagine what it would be like if he had a dog and it was waiting for him at home while he was hanging out in Italy.
"Alright, let's play and have fun until we get super tired!" Cry shouted with enthusiasm. Maya had jumped in agreement and she followed the person who's scent she had grown accustom to the past few days.
The two ended up playing with the Frisbee for about an hour until Cry just fell to the ground and propped himself to where his back was on the grass. Looking upwards, the skies were high and blue as ever. A few blinding white clouds passed by, but it was no big deal. Eventually, Maya ran to him and jumped on his stomach. Getting into a comfortable position, she laid down and gently closed her eyes.
After about five minutes of staring up into the sky, Cry though about getting up when he noticed that Maya was still on his stomach, still sleeping. The warm all around him had lulled him into sleepiness as well and the two of them stayed like this for a long time.
"Cry . . . Cry . . .? Goddammit . . . CRY WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Cry bolted awake and flailed his arms around like a duck, when he realized where he was. Through Pewdie's loud and surprising wake up call, Maya had also jolted out of her slumber and barrel rolled off of Cry.
"What the hell was that?" Pewdie laughed while Cry was still getting out of his dazed state.
Looking up at the sky, it was beginning to grow darker in shades of blue. If the other two had just come back home, them their errand was a tad bit more than 'little.'
"What the heck took you guys so long?" Cry groaned.
"Well, we were doing a quick errand when we met some close friends of Marzia. The four of us ended up talking for quite a while and we went out to eat but don't worry! I brought food back." Pewdie assured, holding up a plastic bag.
"Of course, just leave me at home, waiting for you guys like the yearning puppy I am." He scoffed.
"Aww, I knew you missed me." Pewdie joked. Cry merely rolled his eyes at the notion.
"No, no I didn't. Just give me my food." He held out his hand. The other had chuckled and complied.
"You got me a sandwich? Don't get me wrong, but I was expecting something a bit more . . . fancy?" Cry wondered.
"Well, if you don't want the sandwich, that is perfectly fine with me!" Pewdie said, feigning an offended expression.
"I didn't say that. At this point, I'll eat anything." Cry laughed but then paused. "Ok, not anything."
"What the hell did you spend your whole day doing that you ended up falling asleep outside with Maya?" Pewdie asked curiously.
"Since her owners were too busy doing their junk, I decided to keep her company. We were pretty lonely by ourselves; at least she was. I didn't mind." Cry answered, picking up the dog and gave it a hug.
In the small moment of quietness, Maya's little 'help' could be heard. Pewdie broke out laughing at this. Cry paled and hugged Maya even tighter in an attempt to put the dog more at ease but it had the opposite effect. Sensing that if he hugged her any tighter, she would probably faint, Cry set Maya down and she wobbled into the house.
"My hugs, they kill." He reflected in a dramatic tone.
"Don't worry, that was just Maya. You wouldn't be able to kill anyone else even if you tried." Pewdie guaranteed. "You know what, I'll show you, come here."
"Yeah, I don't know about this . . ." Cry chuckled nervously.
"Common, just do it." Pewdie insisted, his arms wide open, waiting for Cry to reciprocate.
"Err, ok?" He followed awkwardly. The two were in the middle of hugging and after about fifteen seconds of not moving, Cry decided to speak up.
"This is weird . . ." The broke the hug, looked at each other for about a millisecond and then broke into a fit of laughter.
"You are so freaking weird." He commented, shaking his head.
"I know you love me Cry, I know you love me." Pewdie said, in a voice of confirmation while nodding.
At a remote distance, while feeling half contemplating and half annoyed, Marzia wondered if the relationship between these two was starting to shift from bromance to bromance without the 'b.'
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