Just my very best friend – Krii7y

Hello and welcome to a Krii7y story, my very first for this ship.

Kryoz= John

Smii7y= Smitty

Remember, I wrote this from how I look at them, so it could be different from what you think of them or how you think they would react/act. This is from my point of view and it is after all, fiction.

It doesn't have to be entirely like the real life (yay).

I hope you enjoy the story anyway, or at least give it a shot. I'd love to hear what you think of it.

About the story; I had this idea of writing about moments that happened with Smitty and Kryoz/John, little snippets of their lives, that led to a certain point (the ending/plot, so I won't spoil). It's in chronologic order, with maybe flashbacks. Also, some things weren't set out to be included, they just happened when writing it (like the Christmas scene).

Warnings; this is about a homosexual relationship, between two men, if you don't like that, I'd suggest you tap out. Also, there's mention of hatred against gays. If this is triggering to you in any way, please be cautious. Its not too descriptive, but its there. (Also if you experience similar things, and want to talk about it or how it was to you, leave me a message. If talking helps, I am willing to listen)

Also, there's going to be a lot of swearing.

Otherwise it's very fluffy and teeth-rotting sweet, with supportive people as well.

About the author; English is not my first language and grammar is difficult (sentences can be written very differently from my own languages and it's a struggle).

Most of the time I have a plan or a general story line set out, I just need to put the pieces together. It does happen that I'm stuck or unsure on how to proceed, making certain bits a bit awkward or slow. (Sorry bout that!)

On to the story;

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Maybe Smitty should've seen it coming.

Maybe if Kryoz had noticed sooner.

Smitty may have been able to prevent it.

Kryoz may not have wanted to spend so much time with him.

Maybe then, Smitty wouldn't have felt his heart break.

Maybe then, Kryoz wouldn't have fallen in love.

But maybe…

It wouldn't have mattered anyway.

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"Did you see that?" Smitty half-yelled into his mic, eyes wide open and a smile on his face. Kryoz nodded his head, watching the other man on discord on his second monitor. His main monitor was displaying Fortnite and the words '#1 Victory royale!' with Smitty's character dancing underneath. John's own character had been shot 5 minutes prior, he ended up watching Smitty win the round. He took a hit from his vape and said; "That was fucking clutch."

Smitty let out a breathless laugh. "That was so crazy, when that one guy build up and the other team gained on me and I was just by myself." His hands moving animatedly as he talked. "And did you see how I hid in that bush? I fucking popped up out of nowhere and shot that guy!"

Kryoz took a sip of his drink. It amused him how Smitty was so excited that he retold how he got his victory royale. "- And then I had to run but there was no way to go, because of the zone coming in. So I started to build- of course – and I couldn't find that last person. Then out of nowhere! He's behind me!" Smitty was twisting and turning in his chair as he spoke and John couldn't help but smile. "Then I whipped around and shot him in the head," Smitty sighed content, leaning back in his chair. John chuckled as he saw a dreamy look on the other's face.

"You do know I saw all of that, because I was already dead."

Smitty sat upright. " Yeah, too bad you couldn't clutch it with me," he chuckled. John raised his eyebrow. "If I had been alive, it wouldn't have been a true clutch tho." Smitty let out a laugh and shook his head. "I guess you're right." John smiled. "I'm always right."

"Yeah, sure," Smitty snorted softly," Next thing you say is that you're better at Fortnite then me." John looked, as good as he could through a computer screen, into Smitty's eyes. "You wanna go, tiny fucker?" Smitty smirked as he stared back. "Bring it bitch."

They started a new round, boasting to each other who was better. Somehow it changed to telling the other they were better, instead of saying they themselves were the best. The argument died down quickly as they got shot within 10 minutes of the game. They both raged and ended up laughing their asses off as they started a new round. Karma was a bitch tho. They did need some more content for their videos. Besides, playing together was great fun; they didn't want to do anything else anyway.

/

Smitty couldn't remember a happier time than moving from his parent's house in Canada, to the United Sates of America. Even better, he was going to live at the same place as Kryoz was.

He had been talking about moving out with the other and John kept subtly hinting at the fairly new apartment block not to far from his home. He kept muttering thing like 'it's nice and not that expensive' or 'could always meet up, not that far away'. Smitty found it endearing.

Smitty didn't tell John that he had been searching them up, calculated his finances and made an offer on one of the apartments. He also didn't tell him when he got a message that his offer was accepted and that he was trying to set it all straight so he could move in as fast as possible. He did however tell their good friend Craig, aka Miniladd, about his plans. Craig sounded very excited for him and Smitty just knew he was going to have great difficulty keeping it a secret.

Every time the topic of moving out came up in one of their usual discord calls, John asked if he knew where to. Smitty shrugged and said; "Close to you." The thought alone made him smile. It's safe to say he was excited to be living closer to John, one of his best friends, and be able to hang out so much more than they did now. Being able to see each other for real and not just through a screen.

He just hoped John would be as excited as he was.

The fact that, on the day of the move, John stood waiting for his new apartment complex suggested he was. "Mini," Smitty said, standing in front of John. A smirk was on John's lips. "Mini," he affirmed. Smitty sighed and shook his head. "I knew he wasn't going to be able to keep his mouth shut," he said, shrugging. "And you still told him," John said, sounding accusatory and yet Smitty knew better.

John never used a lot of words, closed up demeanour scaring off most people. But Smitty knew him better, could see through the apparent shield the other had pulled up over time. And sarcasm was also his expertise.

Smitty felt a bit unsure on how John truly thought about the fact that he hadn't told him anything, softly biting his lip and looking at the ground. "I'm sorry," he said," I wanted it to be a surprise." John huffed as he uncrossed his arms. "If you really wanted it to be a surprise, you wouldn't tell Mini," he said, as he stepped closer to Smitty.

John wrapped his arms around the other, hugging him close. He was delighted to finally have Smitty close to him. Smitty hugged him back, after dropping his suitcases, taking a deep breath.

"Maybe that's why I told him," Smitty said. John pulled back to look him in the eyes, noticing the small grin. "You wanted him to tell me." Smitty's grin grew. "So that he would spill the beans, you secretly wanted me to be here when you arrived." Smitty chuckled. "Well, I hoped you'd be here," he said, slightly bashful. "Did you really predict Mini not being able to keep your secrets and that he would tell me?" John asked slightly unbelievable. Smitty's eyes twinkled with joy.

"I am the prediction master."

John laughed and pulled him in for another hug. "You crazy bastard," he said, shaking his head. "I'm really happy you are here tho," Smitty said in a more serious note," I'm not looking forward to unpacking everything, I could use some help." John raised his eyebrow at him. "After the stunt you pulled? Hell no. You're on your own, mister."

Smitty froze slightly, pulling out of the hug. A slight worried look flashed over John's face as he looked at the other. He didn't like the guilt-ridden look on Smitty's face. "Hey," he said softly," You know I'm just kidding. Of course I'll help you."

He let go of Smitty after seeing the small smile on his face. "I'd be a pretty shitty friend if I didn't," he said as he hoisted the other's suitcase up and began to walk towards the entrance. He suddenly felt arms wrap around him from behind for a moment, before they disappeared again. "You're not a shitty friend," Smitty said, beaming a smile John's way," You are the best friend I could've asked for."

John stared at his face in wonder. He didn't mind having that title, he could get used to that. 'Smitty's best friend'

"Well, don't just stand there," John huffed, adjusting the suitcases," open that damn door." Smitty chuckled embarrassedly and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. On it was the main door key code. Smitty punched in the code on the keypad next to the door. 1473.

"You know you've must remember that code from now on," John said as he let Smitty enter first after the door beeped and unlocked. "You do as well," he responded," and if I ever forget, I'm calling you for help." John rolled his eyes. Smitty took one suitcase from him as they took the stairs. "Which one is it even?" John complained after 3 sets of stairs. "Almost there," Smitty said," its number 402, which means 4th floor, second apartment." John let out a loud groan, which echoed through the stairwell. "C'mon you big baby," Smitty laughed and continued upstairs.

Once they were at the right door, a small golden 402 attached to it, Smitty slid the key into its lock and turned. With a click, they were granted access to Smitty's new home. And he couldn't wait to explore the place. The living room was almost filled up with moving boxes that had been send in advance, granted the room was not that big.

"Hmm, spacious," John hummed, placing down the suitcase on an empty spot. Smitty threw himself on the couch, feeling the soreness of traveling weighing him down. "Hey, don't fall asleep, there's enough to be done," John said, prodding him in the side. Smitty swatted his hand away. "I need a break and maybe a powernap," he groaned.

John poked him again. "What you need is a good cup of coffee and some energy bars." Out of curiosity he stared to look inside some boxes that stood nearby. "Can you not look through my stuff?" Smitty laughed. John shrugged and took a box labelled 'kitchen stuff, knives etc.' towards the small kitchen space. "Hey, stop that," Smitty ordered, sitting up straight," Don't do my work." John walked back over to him. "How about you help me then?" he said with a small smile on his face. Smitty pouted, but knew he had no choice.

"Come on," John said, sticking his hand out to help the other up," Once we've finished a couple, I'll take you to a little café where they have great coffee and even greater milkshakes." Smitty smiled, he'd liked that. Before he reached for a box to open he remembered the second house key on the key ring he got. "Oh, here, before I forget" he said and pulled it out of his pocket, removing the spare key. He handed the key to John, who looked at him questioning. " I know you're gonna want to bother me, so I better give you the spare key so I don't have to get up and let you in the whole time," he explained with a deadpanned look. John started to laugh.

"You know me too well."

"You betcha I do!"