In The Stars - (PewDieCry)

-Chapter 34-

A/N: I fucking hate writer's block.

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[felix's p.o.v.]

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"I'll get it," I say, turning and smiling at Cry. Immediately, though, I notice that his previous grin is wiped right off of his face. "What's wrong?" Please, don't let it be anything dangerous. I am up to here with this shit. It has been less than a day and already something is threatening our happiness.

"No, it's fine," he responds in a funny voice. I call this one his "lying" voice because at this point in our relationship it's almost impossible to lie to each other. Especially after last night. "I'll just get it."

"Stay." I give him a glare and walk down the hallway to the door. Spoon notices and gets up to follow me as well. Cry hesitates but jogs to catch up. I open the door to my father's cold face. We stand looking at each other for a second before I try to slam the door on him. He catches it and I punch at his fingers until Cry and Spoon pull me back and let Jake in.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask coldly. He doesn't even flinch at my tone- no wonder, he has no soul. All the bastard cares about is money.

"I'm not here for you. I want to speak to Cry? The one with the mask? Is he around here?" Cry touches his face quickly and I see panic flicker in his eyes. He doesn't want my father to see him without it. But it's still broken where I left it.

"That would be me, Mr. Kjellberg," Cry responds quietly and my father studies his face. "Do you want to step outside and talk?" Cry knows that my father hit Nate. I'm positive I told him. So why is he okay with this? I snag his hoodie and don't let go.

"I want to come, too." My father shakes his head. "Why not?" I sound like a child even to my own ears.

"Because I don't like you at the moment," my dad says, slamming the door behind him. Cry follows and I see them sit on the porch.

"Felix, you can't just stand by the window," Spoon mutters, trying to pull me back.

"Watch me." I pull back the drapes and Spoon tugs on my sleeve. "I hate my father. What do you expect? I doubt he's just giving Cry the don't you dare hurt my son talk."

"Well, I think Cry could kick his ass if he wanted to. So you have nothing to worry about anyways." I shrug and roll my eyes. "But I do have something to tell you." He grins when I turn away from the window and raise my eyebrows.

"I'm listening..." He pauses for extra effect. I have to punch his shoulder to get him to continue speaking.

"Nate is going to wake up really, really, really fucking soon!" He exclaims and I blink. "The doctors did some tests on him, and it should be less than a month or two. He's not going to have any amnesia or anything, and he won't be permanently hurt. He's going to be fine." I blink again, and again, and again before it sinks in.

"Oh my shit, I have to tell Cry," I start to open the door but Spoon grabs my arm.

"No! It's going to be a surprise. You can't tell him yet." I frown and all of my instincts immediately go against that idea.

"But, it's his brother. If I don't tell him, he'll always worry..." Spoon crosses his arms right back at me. "He should have a little hope, you know? We all need hope."

"Fine, let me get real with you then. What if Nate doesn't wake up? Then what? You gave him hope and then it just would get stomped on." It's true, and as much as I hate it, it's true. "We don't live happy lives. We aren't happy people. So who knows? Everything might just go to shit again. Then what?"

"Then we'll deal with it?" I say, but questioning. He knows I'm about to cave in. "I don't know, I mean he loves me, I should..."

"Not tell him." Spoon puts a hand on my shoulder. "You swear you won't say anything?"

A pause, a breath.

"I won't say anything..." For some reason, my heart is sinking. "I swear it."

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After what seems like way too long, Cry comes back inside. He doesn't feel right. His atmosphere has suddenly changed. It feels like the person he was when he ran away. Everyone looks up when he enters the room as if they can feel the change, too.

"Cry?" Red asks first. "Are you feeling alright?" It's like I'm suddenly unblinded. I see the burns peeking out from his t-shirt. I see the weariness in his eyes, the tiredness that one gets from the weight of living.

"I... do you mind if everyone leaves? I'm not feeling too well, you know?" He looks at the ground and away. Anywhere but at me. "It's nothing personal, I just would like some peace and quiet. I'm still recovering from some injuries." The burns, he means the burns to everyone else. But his soul? His soul is still recovering, too.

"I'll sta-" I start to say, but he shakes his head.

"No, no, you should leave for a bit, too. Go visit Nate or something, okay? I just need some time alone." I stick out my lip and someone sighs. Here comes the argumentive Pewds.

"No. I am going to stay. and you're going to tell me what my dad said." People start to leave, but Red and I stay behind. Red because she's cleaning up... and probably to break up a fight if it happens. "You aren't doing this to me. Not again. I won't give up this time."

"You never give up," Cry says in a low voice. "Sometimes I hate that about you." Then, like he has suddenly been called elsewhere, he walks away.

"Don't fucking walk away from me!" But he just continues walking. Why? I thought we were over the walking away...