~Well, it has been over a year since I've updated this story. I only recently came back on here to look at my unfinished projects, so here is the next chapter. This is actually something I wrote a long while ago before this story happened, but I never really had a place for it. It actually fits really well into the story, to the point that this story might have been revolved around this. Anyways, I made a few adjustments and added material in, so I hope you enjoy.~

Chapter 4: Meeting A Bro

Pewds had been napping when he heard someone knocking on his door. Well, knocking wasn't quite it, more like banging loudly on it with their fist to demand his attention. Groaning, he unwillingly got up off the couch and stumbled to the door, opening it to see Ken and Stephen there grinning at him.

At this, he went to close the door on them, only to be stopped by Ken's foot in the door. "Nice try, but we're coming in." He said before letting themselves into his home much to the Swede's dismay.

So he did the next best thing and went to his room, purposely ignoring them as he climbed into unmade bed, laying on his many pillows.

"Come on, Pewds! You've been locked up in your house for too damn long. You NEED a night out." Ken begged his bro for the thousandth time that month, Stephen nodding his head in agreement.

Pewdie groaned, sitting up from the mountain of pillows and blankets he had and glared at them. "I'm not going anywhere and am going back to never leaving my house again."

Pewds sighed sadly. "There's no way I'll be able to get over her. I still love her so much..." Pewdie trailed off, sighing again and looking down, his friends glancing at eachother before turning back to him.

"Pewds," Stephen started slowly, knowing he was treading on thin ice, "I know you're hurt, but you can't stay locked away forever. We won't allow you to hide out anymore."

Ken nodded, then jumped onto the bed, hug tackling his bro. "Now, pweeeeeezzzzz go out drinking with us tonight! I promised Mark and Jack we'd all meet up together! I won't stop until you do!" He threatened and pleaded, making Pewds sigh again, frustrated but finally caving in.

"Fine! But, only for tonight. And if I say to take me home, you take me home immediately." Ken bobbed his head quickly in agreement, happily jumping up and rushing out the bedroom to wait for his bro.

Pewds sighed. I wish everybody would just leave me alone...

But, even as he thought that, he got out of bed and quickly got dressed, preparing for the worst.

At the bar:

"Scotch. Straight on the rocks, please." Pewds said as the bartender nodded, pulling out a bottle of liquor and, after dropping in a couple of ice cubes, poured a glass of amber liquid.

The swede thanked her quietly and took a sip. He wasn't much of a drinker and the light brown alcohol burned as it went down his parched throat, but he decided that it didn't taste so bad and took a long pull of it.

"Rough day?" A deep, gruff voice said beside him.

Pewds turned to his left and saw a man who could be somewhere in his mid 20's or early 30's. He was tall and lean, but also had a kind of build to him. Not lanky or even buff. Like he worked out sometimes, just enough to keep in shape. The suit he wore was a bit disheveled, giving him a more casual after-business hours air.

His eyes were a dark oceanic blue-green that held a certain depth to them that couldn't possibly be colored contacts making them that way. Side-burns were trimmed and well kept, the rest of his face clean shaven. He must have recently shaved. He wasn't bad looking, and you could see the woman bartender eying him appreciatively.

"Guess you could say that." The Swede said thoughtfully.

The man looked over and met Pewd's gaze. "Girl problems, I assume." Wasn't asking or anything, just merely stating it.

Pewds went to take another pull at his drink, realizing that it was empty. Before he could ask, the man said, "Could I get a couple drinks for me and my pal here?"

The bartender nodded, pouring them each more of the amber liquid before going back to 'cleaning the counter top'.

"Thanks." Pewds said, taking a drink from his refilled glass.

"No problem, Friend." He said, his blue-green eyes watching the Swede intently.

Pewds sat the now empty glass down and eyed the man's own untouched one.

Seeing this, the man slid his drink in front of Pewds. "Here. I'm not thirsty."

Pewds took it graciously and took a drink from it, the man still eying him curiously. "What are you staring at?"

"Nothing in particular." He said, eyes not leaving him.

The Swede cleared his throat before saying, "You sound familiar."

The man looked at Pewds in surprise, but then forced a smile. "Hehe, yeah, I get that a lot. Guess I just have that type of voice." He rubbed the back of his neck as he laughed nervously.

Pewds looked at him in confusion, but didn't say anything else on the matter. "So, what's your name?"

The man stopped laughing, but smiled at the Swede. "Oh, where are my manners?" Holding out his hand, he said, "The name's Cryaotic, but you can call me Cry. Nice to make your acquaintance."

Pewds was a bit agap at the polite way Cry spoke, not expecting him to sound so formal. "PewDiePie, but I'm called Pewds." He said, a bit dazed as he took the man's hand.

Pewds marveled at the strength of Cry's grip in one hand alone, wondering where he hid so much muscle in such a gentle and smooth hand.

"Um... you alright there Friend?" Cry asked, making Pewds snap out of his thoughts to realize he was still holding Cry's hand.

Pulling his hand away, Pewds smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, was just... lost in thought."

"No problem." He said, soft blue-green eyes watching him curiously.

Pewds sighed and looked down at his half filled cup, perspiration gliding down the clear glass. He was now thinking of Marzia, the love of his life. He didn't want to remember the look she gave him as she said, "I'm leaving you Pewds, and I'm never coming back. Enjoy your life."

She didn't even glance back at him, and all he could was watch as she drove away. Left the house. Left the dogs. Left PEWDIE. Left them all behind as she kept her word.

Pewds wished he could just forget her already. It's been months since she left, but his heart hasn't come close to healing. He could almost feel the hole in his chest getting wider, killing his already malled heart.

Pewds was in deep thought when Cry placed his hand on the Swede's shoulder, making Pewds look over at the sympathetic man beside him.

"I get it. Can't stop thinking about her, can't seem to get the whole thing out of your head, feeling guilty about what happened, and thinking about what you could have done to make things alright, so she wouldn't have had to go."

Pewds looked at Cry in surprise, wondering how the hell he would know about him and Marzia, when he realized he was probably talking about himself, which saddened the Swede. "You know how it feels too?"

Cry nodded, eyes a bit distant as he said, "A long, long time ago." As if noticing he is making Pewds sad, he smiled at the Swede. "But I am fine now, so no worries! You will be alright too, in time. Trust me."

Pewds nodded and, without thinking, took the man's hand in his own, squeezing it in comfort and appreciation. "Thanks. You made this whole trip here worthwhile."

Cry grinned, turning his hand over to hold and squeeze Pewd's hand back. "Same to you. Though I come here every Friday night, this was the most interesting of days."

Pewds couldn't help grinning back, thinking the man was a bit handsome. 'Who'd be crazy enough to leave him?' Thinking this, he noticed how he still held onto Cry's hand, but this time Pewdie was reluctant to pull his hand out of the man's.

Without thinking, he said out loud, "Your hand feels nice..."

Cry blinked in surprise, then frowned as he said, "Yours too." But fell into a deep train of thought.

Pewds was glad that his big mouth hadn't removed the cool, yet gentle hand still holding his own. It was a nice feeling against his own always hot skin.

Cry watched as the Swede unconsciously began rubbing his thumb over Cry's knuckles in soothing circles, the hot skin beginning to worry the brunette. 'Is it normal for someone to be this warm?'

Pewds watched with confusion as Cry lifted his free hand to place it against his forehead. The hand was cool.

Cry's eyes widened in shock. "You're burning up! You shouldn't be here with such a fever!"

Pewds tilted his head, not comprehending. "What do you mean? I feel fi-" As Pewds spoke, his vision suddenly went blurry and he felt himself begin to fall foreword as his vision went black.

When Cry saw the Swede fall towards him, he caught him as Pewd's feverish skin burned through the suit Cry wore. "Pewds?! You alright? Pewds!"

Cry swore under his breath when he got no response, but sighed in relief when he heard the Swede's shallow breathe. 'Good, he only passed out.'

"Is he alright?" Cry didn't have to look up to know it was the female bartender, her voice between annoyance and worry.

"Yeah, guess he can't handle his liquor, haha." He said with a chuckle, not wanting to make a big deal out of it in case Pewds didn't like that sort of thing.

The brunette groaned inwardly as he realized he didn't know where Pewds lived.

'I didn't see him come with anyone else... guess it can't be helped. I'll bring him to my place.' Cry thought as he picked up the Swede bridal style and carried him out the door of the bar.

Meanwhile with Ken and Stephen, after saying goodbye to Mark and Jack:

"Geez Ken, how many shots did you have?" Stephen groaned as he helped Ken to his feet.

Ken laughed, saying, "Only 'bout, like, 15 or so. Not enough to knock me out." As he said this, he stumbled over the leg of a chair and into Stephen.

"That's it. No more drinking for a week for you." Stephen said as he caught the drunken bearded man.

Ken tried to argue with them as they headed towards the booth Pewds was at, when Stephen suddenly asked, "Hey, where'd Pewdie go?"

Ken stopped his drunken babbling to look over to where they left their Swedish friend. "Maybe he turned invisible."

Stephen rolled his eyes as he walked over to the bartender. "Excuse me, but have you seen our friend? Tall, blonde, staring into nothingness."

"Oh, him. Yeah, he left with his friend a few minutes ago." She said as she cleaned glasses.

"Huh? He left without us?" Ken said, looking like he was a kicked puppy.

"Yeah. Tall brunette guy with blue-green eyes to die for. One hell of a man if you ask me. Could make anyone swoon." She said, sighing dreamily.

Stephen nodded his head, thanking her before dragging Ken out the door and into the car.

"We gotta go get Pewds, Steph!" Ken said, sounding like a child who forgot his toy.

Stephen got into the drivers seat and started the engine. "He'll be fine."

TBC...

~Mark and Jack are referring to Markiplier and Jacksepticeye, while Ken and Stephen are referring to CinnamonToastKen and Stephano (from Amnesia).~