BROS WHAT DAY IS TODAY!? THAT'S RIGHT ITS PEWDIECRY DAY. WALLOW IN THE JUICES OF THIS AND ENJOY IT, YOU SICK PEOPLE :DDDDD
A week passed after Marzia's little surprise visit and I still haven't made up my mind. Cry was trying to avoid talking about anything relating to the situation and I was tired of trying. He also started to distance himself from me. Instead of sleeping in the bed with me, he slept on the couch again and every time I tried to kiss or hug him he either backed away or suggested we make another video or something before running away to his computer room. He still talked to me like we were friends, though, so I guess that's good enough for now.
As the days passed both of us became increasingly depressed and that showed through our videos. Fans were starting to ask questions, almost all of which were ignored. On the seventh day after the visit, Cry and I were sitting on the couch and watching TV when Marzia called again. I got up from where I was sitting on the couch and picked up the phone, hearing Cry stand up and walk closer to hear better.
"Hello?" I already knew who it was at this point. She had tried to call several other times this week to ask the same question over and over again, and I was starting to get sick of it. Honestly the more she talked, the more I wanted to stay here with Cry. At least he didn't ask me who I would rather be with every five minutes.
"Hi, Felix. I was just calling to as-" I cut her off with a sharp 'I don't know yet' and sighed. She might've deserved getting yelled at, but it still made me feel a little bad. I put my left hand on my forehead and sighed one more time before apologizing for snapping at her. I heard her shift the phone so she was covering the receiver and some really muffled words until she uncovered it and said a quick 'goodbye' and hung up on me. I looked at the phone with mild confusion and set it down. When I turned around I saw Cry staring at the phone with slight trepidation until he walked back to the couch.
I sat down next to him and rested my arm on the armrest and continued to stare blankly at the screen. I tried to pay attention to the TV but I couldn't; my thoughts were plagued with what would happen if I chose the wrong person. I frowned and looked over at Cry, staring emotionlessly at the television, looking deep in thought. I wanted to hug him and never let go, but I also missed seeing Marzia so much it hurt. I sighed a little and turned away to stare at the screen once again.
A few moments later I heard Cry shift closer and ask me, "What's wrong?" I looked over at him and saw concern written in his electric blue eyes. I stared at him for a second before I thought fuck it and kissed him. He started to pull back at first but I wrapped my arms around him so he couldn't get away. After some futile resisting he gave in and started to kiss back with all the love and need he had been holding back for the past few days.
Eventually we had to part for air. As soon as we did I hugged Cry tightly and buried my head in his chest. He put his arms around me and started to rub my back a little, effectively calming me down. I sniffed a couple of times and pulled out of Cry's arms. He looked at me with this look that was a combination of confusion and affection. I kissed his forehead and walked to the computer room so I could make another video.
Cry pov
I saw him walk away from me into the computer room and sighed. He was giving me mixed signals that made me want to slap him and hug him. I watched TV for a while longer before I couldn't take it any more. I turned it off, grabbed my house keys, iPod and earbuds, and cell phone and left a note that told Pewds that I wouldn't be home for about an hour or so. I walked out into the chilly Autumn air and took a deep breath, grateful for my warm hoodie. I started walking in the general direction of a park that I went to when I got bored. I stuck in my earbuds and let my thoughts wander for a while.
I was about halfway to the park when I heard a faint crackling noise over the sound of my loud-as-hell dubstep. I pulled out one of the earbuds and listened for a moment. I shrugged and put it back in, continuing on my walk. Moments later I found myself nearing the park entrance. I smiled a little and picked up my pace slightly. The park sign came into view and I heard a rustling and footsteps over my music. I paused it and took out both of the earbuds before turning around.
"Who's there?" I said. I know whatever it was wouldn't just answer me like that but it was worth a shot. I saw and heard nothing for a while and I turned around again. As I did so, I bumped into a big dude in a trench coat and hat. I couldn't see his/her face-or anything really- so I just apologized and tried to go around the person. They stopped me by putting out their arm and I looked up and glared slightly.
"Hey man, I said I was sorry. Can I please go around you now?" I said with an irritation-laced voice. The guy put his arm inside one of the side pockets and I suddenly got a really bad feeling about this. I took a step backwards and saw the guy slowly pulling his arm out of the pocket. My eyes went wide as I saw him take out a pistol and aim it at my head. I made some sort of weird whimpering noise and started to run for it.
I had only gotten a few feet when another guy wearing the exact same thing as the other guy tackled me. The second dude pinned me on my stomach and pulled out another gun, similar to the other one. I felt my heartbeat pound faster and faster as I broke out in a cold sweat. My eyes went so wide I'd have thought they would've fallen out by now. I started to struggle under the dude and managed to get an arm free. The other dude-the first one-came over to me and hit me in the head with his pistol. I saw the second guy stand up and pocket the gun before I blacked out.
I woke up a while later on my side in an old, run down shed. It was really small and only had a desk, a chair laying on its back nearby, a light bulb dangling from the ceiling and a barred window that's view was blocked by almost nothing but woods. My one of the lenses in my glasses were cracked to hell so I could hardly see anything on my left. I felt like my head was slowly exploding from the inside and I had tons of bruises, maybe a couple broken ribs and a cut above my left eye and had to squint to see because of the blood. I started to move around a little, but quickly discovered that arms and legs were tied together. I cursed under my breath and looked around for anything that could help me. I looked over at the desk and saw a small video camera, pointed right at me. I looked closer and saw that it was recording.
"What the fuck?" I thought outloud. I shook it off a moment later and continued to look for a way to cut the ropes. I searched for about twenty minutes before I heard footsteps outside the shed. I started to struggle more, kicking my legs and straining against the ropes. I felt a sudden, sharp pain spread throughout my right leg as I continued to struggle. I looked down and saw that I had a large gash on my upper calf. It burned and ached so badly I'd rather cut the thing off than let it stay there. I swore again as I felt tears well up in my eyes from the pain and tried not to move that leg anymore than I had to.
I heard the footsteps getting closer and closer as the seconds ticked by and decided the best course of action would pretend to be still knocked out. I lied back on my side and tried to regulate my heavy breathing and erratic heartbeat. I heard the door to the shed unlock and slide open. I half opened my good eye and tried to see what was happening. One of the guys from earlier walked over to the camera and picked it up off the desk before shutting it off. They pocketed the camera and started to pull out something else, turning around to face me. I tried not to shake as bad as I wanted to and closed my eye.
The dude walked over to me and knelt, pulling out whatever was in his/her pocket. I heard a ripping noise and a second later my leg gash felt cool and not as painful. I heard the footsteps recede and the door close and lock. I opened my eyes once it seemed clear and looked at my leg. There was gauze over it and some kind of gel spread over it. I was extremely confused for a moment but decided not to question it and just look for a way out. I maneuvered my hands to see if I could try to untie my feet, which I succeeded in after ten minutes of struggling with the knot. I stood up and looked around for something to cut the ropes around my wrists.
The shed was too small to really have anything to hide and I didn't see anything around. I stood up and tried searching the floor for a loose board or something. I saw one that was slightly discolored so I tried prying it up. After some broken, bloody nails and a few futile attempts I got the board up and saw one of the pistols those guys had and a small knife. I saw it had my mostly dried blood on it, clean of fingerprints. I cut the ropes binding my hands and checked to see if the gun had any ammo. No luck. It was then I remembered that I had brought my cell phone with me. I patted down all of my pockets and quickly discovered that everything I put in there was gone.
"Shit... What the hell am I gonna do?" I put the gun in my jeans pocket and walked over to the door. I tried to jiggle the handle but that thing wasn't going anywhere any time soon. I also tried smacking it with the handle of the gun, no luck with that either. I sighed and decided to try to sleep off my major headache in the corner, using my-now bloody and filthy-hoodie as a pillow. I closed my eyes and tried to picture Pewdie next to me as a small comfort.