Beep beep beep.

Beep beep beep.

Beep beep bee–

"Shut up," Cry mumbled, slamming his palm down on the snooze button of his alarm clock.

Mumbling, the American sat up and rubbed his eyes. He grabbed his glasses from his nightstand and put them on. Glancing at the clock, he noticed that he had about thirty minutes to get ready for work.

Cry swung his legs off of the bed and landed them on the floor. He got out of his bed and began rummaging through his closet to find his work uniform. Once he found it, he walked into the living room to get to the bathroom.

He stopped his journey to the bathroom once he saw how much of a mess he and Felix made the night before. Then, his eyes glanced over at the sleeping Swede on the couch. His mouth was open and he was snoring slightly with a small trail of drool on the side of his mouth.

Cry chuckled quietly at the scene before remembering what had happened the night before. His smile quickly fell and his face suddenly became very hot. He looked away from Felix and quickly made his way into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He leaned against the door and sighed.

I can't believe I actually got to make out with my crush last night. Wait… Cry, stop it. You're sounding like a high school girl.

Cry shook his head and began stripping so he could put on his work clothes. Once he was finished dressing, he took his hair brush on the sink and began brushing his hair.

How am I going to be able to face Felix now? He probably thinks I'm weird now. I mean, who makes out with their best friend on the floor and only stops going further because they didn't have protection?

Cry placed the hair brush back down and picked up his toothbrush and a bottle of toothpaste. He squeezed some toothpaste on the bristles of the toothbrush and ran it under some water before bringing the toothbrush up to his mouth to brush his teeth.

Maybe he doesn't remember. After all, he was completely wasted.Stop worrying so much.

Cry spit out the suds in his mouth and rinsed out the sink. He grabbed a small cloth and wiped his face of the excess suds around his mouth. He opened the door and luckily, Felix was still asleep on the couch.

Okay, good, he's asleep. Maybe when I get home from work tonight, he'll have forgotten last night had ever happened.

Cry moved over to the kitchen counter and grabbed his keys. He looked back at the couch and then the mess in the living room. He sighed.

I'm going to have to clean that up when I get home. At least tomorrow is my day off.

Cry walked out his apartment and locked the door behind him. He walked down the flight of stairs and over to his car and unlocked it. He opened the door and sank into the driver's seat. He sighed again and rubbed his face to help himself wake up.

Cry sat up right and adjusted his mirrors. He closed the door beside him and put on his seatbelt. Turning the key in the ignition, Cry put the car in reverse so he could get out of his driveway.

I really hope he doesn't remember what happened last night. I won't be able to handle it if he doesn't like me back.

Meanwhile in Cry's apartment, Felix woke up with a pounding migraine.

"Fan!" The Swede cursed under his breath, gently holding his aching head.

What happened last night? It doesn't matter – I just need to get some medicine to get rid of this awful headache.

Felix grabbed his cell phone on the coffee table in front of him and checked the time. It was 8:32AM.

The Swede mumbled and slowly got off of his couch and made his way into the kitchen. Since no one woke him up and the house was silent, he figured that he had the whole day to himself again while Cry was at work.

"Now, if I were Cry, where would I keep my medicine?" Felix mumbled quietly to himself as he looked at the kitchen cabinets above him.

"Maybe this one?" He opened a cabinet and was face to face with some pill bottles.

Score

Felix grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen and opened the cap, pouring two pills into his hand. He put the bottle on the counter and opened up another cabinet to find some cups and mugs. Felix grabbed a random cup and pressed it against the water dispenser. He waited until the cup was half full and pulled it back. Felix popped the pills into his mouth and took two big gulps of water.

"Hopefully those will kick in soon," Felix mumbled, setting the cup down and making his way back to the couch.

He plopped down onto the couch and closed his eyes. He grabbed the pillow underneath his head and placed it on top of his face.

"Ugh, how much did I drink last night?" he moaned.

About two hours later, Felix blinked his eyes.

Was I asleep?

He grabbed the pillow and took it off of his head and looked around the room. The blond grabbed his cell phone to check the time. It was 10:42AM. He put his cell phone back down and sat up from his laying position and rubbed his face.

Felix took his hands from his face and looked around the living room. It was pretty dirty.

I guess we made a mess last night.

The Swede studied his surroundings, trying to remember what had happened the night before. Then, flashbacks popped up in his head. At first, it was an innocent setting, just Cry making him do a sobriety test. Then, it turned into a heated make out session. Felix blushed deeply from the thought.

We actually did that?

He shook away the thought and looked around the room again, now examining how much of a mess he and Cry made last night.

I guess I should be a good guest and clean up after myself.

Felix stood up from the couch and began picking up the beer cans scattered across the coffee table. There were even some beer cans on the floor, but Felix managed to spot them and quickly move down to pick them up. He threw the empty cans into the trash can in the kitchen and walked back into the living room.

Felix spent the next three hours cleaning up the living room, trying to make it look spotless so Cry didn't have to clean up anything when he got off of work.

When is he getting off of work anyway?

Felix shrugged.

Cry will get home when he gets home.

He was finished cleaning up the living room, so the Swede thought he would reward himself with a session of Happy Wheels.

Maybe I should record this for the bros. I don't think I posted a video yesterday.

He decided that he was definitely going to record a session of Happy Wheels. Felix opened up his laptop and pressed the power button, only to see the "battery low" light flash on and off.

"Dammit, where's the charger?" Felix mumbled to himself, going over to his suitcase and opening it up.

After a couple minutes of rummaging through his suitcase, he realized that he forgot to bring his laptop charger with him.

"Goddammit!" Felix cursed out loud. How could he have forgotten something so important?

Then, his eyes wondered over to Cry's desktop computer.

I wonder if he would let me use his computer… Oh well, it wouldn't hurt to just borrow it for a couple of hours.

Felix sat down in the computer chair and booted up Cry's desktop computer. When it started up, he was surprised to see that he didn't have a password set on his computer.

Well, he does live alone. Why would he need a password?

Felix opened up Google Chrome and was about to open up Happy Wheels when he noticed the bookmarks bar in the browser.

"Fanfictions?" Felix mumbled out loud, reading the bookmarks folder.

Curiosity got the best of Felix and he opened up the folder, only to be met with a long list of different fanfics. He clicked on a random one and the new page opened up quickly.

Felix's eyes widened when he saw what had popped up – a PewDieCry fanfic.

"Does… Does he seriously read this?" Felix asked himself out loud.

He clicked on the bookmark folder again and clicked on another link. It was another PewDieCry fanfic. Soon, he ended up clicking all of them, which were all PewDieCry fanfics.

Forgetting all about Happy Wheels, Felix closed out of Google Chrome and shut down Cry's desktop computer. He slumped back in the computer chair and put his hands on his reddening face.

"Oh my god, Cry likes me," the Swede blurted out loud.

Felix definitely had a crush on his American friend, too, but he never thought that Cry would actually like him back. He was too scared to share his feelings because he didn't want to ruin their friendship. And even though it wasn't like Cry said "Oh hey, I really like you, Felix," this was definitely not a coincidence. Cry did like him and Felix definitely liked him back.

Well, I guess it won't ruin our friendship now. I need to confront him about this.

Felix almost jumped out of his seat when he heard a key being inserted into the lock of the front door. He quickly moved out of his seat and practically ran over to the couch, laying down on it. Just as he had made himself look like he had been sitting there for a while, he could hear the front door open and close.

"Felix, I'm back," he heard Cry say, along with footsteps walking into the living room. "Oh, you cleaned the house! Thanks, man."

Felix shot up from his laying position. "Oh hey, Cry! No problem!" he greeted, trying to sound calm.

"Are you okay, friend? You seem a little tense," Cry said hesitantly, walking over to his computer and sitting down in the chair.

"Well, I um, I found out that I didn't bring my laptop charger with me and I need to make a video for my bros," Felix admitted. "Do you think I could use your computer for just a fe–"

"No!" Cry said, almost too quickly. The brunet was blushing and had a worried expression on his face.

He's really bad at keeping a poker face. How ironic.

"Why not?"

"Because, I uh, I have, uh–"

"You don't have to make up an excuse. I saw your fanfiction folder," Felix decided to tell Cry the truth.

Cry's face suddenly resembled a tomato and his body froze up at that sentence.

"Y–You got on my computer anyways?" The American stuttered, trying to change the subject.

Don't turn this around on me. This is about you, Felix thought to himself, but didn't say it out loud.

"I figured you wouldn't notice nor mind," Felix shrugged. "But we need to talk about last night."

"What about last night?"

Felix felt almost bad for Cry. He looked like he was about to burst into tears at any moment.

"Cry, I know you like me. If you didn't, you wouldn't have kissed me back last night, nor would you have any of those fanfics bookmarked on your computer."

"I was a bit drunk," Cry tried to cover for himself, "and I like a good fanfic once in a while, even if it's my brOTP."

"You weren't even that drunk," Felix retorted, "and who reads smut fanfics of their brOTP? Come on, man."

Felix got up from his position on the couch and slowly walked over to Cry, who looked like he was about to have a breakdown right then and there.

"To be honest," Felix said, leaning down and putting his hands on each armrest, "I really like you, too."

Felix got up close to Cry's face. He could feel the computer chair shaking from Cry's trembling.

"I really like you a lot," Cry admitted in a whisper.

Felix smiled softly and leaned down, capturing Cry's lips in a deep kiss.