Of Cheaters Acts (PewDieCry) (Part Two)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~skip a month, because I said so~~~~~~~~~~

Smiling, Cry started making his way back to his flat, shivering a little. It was finally December, which meant Cry’s favourite holiday, Christmas, the best of all of them in his opinion. Crossing a street, Cry slipped on hidden ice, crashing straight into someone, falling back onto his arse.

‘Oh, crap, sorry man!’ He called, stumbling as he stood up.

‘It’s alright, Cry?’ Looking up, Cry grinned, recognizing the man in front of him.

‘Hey friend! Long time no see!’ Pewdie grinned, falling in step with Cry, as he continued to walk.

‘Yea, it has! So, um, how have you been holding up?’ Cry smiled, a little forced, but mostly genuine.

‘I’m fine. Just, just a little lonely. I kicked him out, so he’s gone.’ Pewdie smiled, but said nothing. ‘So, how are you and Joe?’ Cry asked, motioning for him to follow him into a building, going up a couple flights of stairs.

‘We are fine. We’ve actually been looking for you. We haven’t seen you at the campus lately.’ Cry chuckled, flinging his bag across the room, falling face first onto a sofa. The three, along with Ken and Toby, attended a nearby college, and lived not far from each other.

‘I only go for class, then leave.’ Cry replied, somewhat muffled by the pillow in his face. Noting the American was somewhat distracted, Pewdie grinned, quietly walking over to the American, suddenly tickling him. Cry shrieked in laughter, flailing his arms and legs, desperately trying to escape, only succeeding in more tickling. Pushing off the back of the sofa, Cry and Pewds fell to the floor in a pile of limbs, laughing and giggling, falling quiet and blushing once they finally settled.

They were in a rather compromising position, where Pewds was straddling Cry, their lips barely an inch apart. Feeling an inexplicable urge to kiss Cry, Pewdie leant forward, and soundly kissed the American. Before Cry could move, Pewdie jerked back, apologizing in Swedish as he ran out of the flat.

‘Pewds, wait!’ The American cried out, but it was in vain, for the Swede was gone. Spying the Swede’s forgotten coat, Cry held it to his chest, touching his lips as his cheeks colouring red.

For the next several days, he searched for the Swede, but never saw him, but he still continued, cursing that he couldn’t remember where he lived. He never took the Swede’s coat off, despite the many awkward looks he received. Stepping out of a store about two weeks later, Cry spotted Joe, running to catch up with Pewds roommate.

‘Hey, Joe!’ Cry shout caught his attention, and he turned, watching Cry run up to him, panting, wearing Pewds favourite coat.

‘Hey man, I’ve been looking for ya!’ Cry rubbed the back of his neck, spying a coffee shop.

‘Hey, let’s go grab some coffee; I need to speak to you.’ Joe nodded, and the two ordered their coffee, claiming a back booth once they were finished.

‘Well, it’s about, um, Pewds.’ Cry said bluntly, blushing cherry red. Joe snorted, looking at Cry bemused.

‘I don’t know what happened between you two, but his face is red all the time, and it’s fuckin hilarious!’ Joe laughed, clapping Cry’s shoulder.

‘Well he, um, kissed me.’