The City - PewdieCry

19: Cry

 It was almost time.

I sat down by Matt and some of the other soldiers just below his rank, eating my meal and unable to keep my eyes off the door. Most people just figured that my disappearances after the evening meal were to keep tabs on M's gang, and to an extent they were. They had accused us of stealing, and even a bit of manipulation after what Pewds had told them, and the tension between our two groups had increased nearly tenfold over the past couple of weeks. Even so, every night Pewds and I met in the normal spot to huddle against the chilly night air and talk.

Wilson had commented on my change in mood, being around that man. He was the only one who truly knew why I disappeared every night, and I promised him that as long as I was breaking the rules, I would keep extra tabs on M's scouts and weaponry. This sufficed enough to keep him quiet, and now he only teased me quietly when no one else was around about how different I appeared. Even the gang itself had noticed, my tough guy act that I usually tried to uphold was replaced with optimism, and a sense of security and joy. I went out every night and returned halfway through it, happy, fatigued, and ready to do it all over again.

I never got enough of seeing Pewds' smile. He talked so vibrantly about the things that he loved, and his blue eyes shone when he spoke of the outside world, or of food. Upon mentioning that something called 'cheesecake' was his favorite food, I made him write the recipe down and asked the chefs to create some. It was absolutely delightful, and everyone enjoyed it so much that I barely got more than a piece to myself. Of course, I save a piece in secret and brought it to him, and the smile it put on his face was worth the efforts of fighting for it. It was worth almost getting caught as well.

Tension was high, and if anything Pewds and I should have stopped seeing one another long ago. Yet, something was drawing me to him. Emotions that I couldn't quite explain to myself, and it must have been something in the air or he felt it too, for he showed every night at the same time, ready to see me, these past two weeks even more. When we were with one another, it was as if nothing else existed. the gangs and the fighting at home were simply in the backs of our minds, and everything in front of us was of the utmost importance. All that was in front of me during those times were cheesecake and Pewds, and for the blonde it was hard to decide what was more important.

"Cry?" Matt asked, and I snapped back to reality from daydreaming about the times that the blonde and I shared. "The evening meal is over, are you going to make your run?" I forced myself to contain my joy, and nodded, taking my tray and running it back to the chefs. "You know, I could come with you, or I could take it for you if you're too tired." Matt offered, and I waved it away.

"You're far too kind, Matt. Don't worry about it, I can handle this." I told him, and he frowned but gave me a nod. I bid everyone a good night, and gave a nod to Wilson before leaving. I was sure that I heard him sigh, but instead I ignored it, containing myself from sprinting into the night. Some part of me wanted to scream with joy, but I contained that too. No need to draw unwanted attention to myself. I shoved my hands into my pockets, mask just above my mouth, and I wandered into the park to my favorite tree. A familiar blonde sat just below it, using a small knife to whittle into a branch, something that I had taught him how to do not too long ago. I let out a low, two-tone whistle, and he glanced up, a huge grin spreading across his face as he beckoned me over. I gladly took a seat next to him, looking at his work.

"It's a little Cry mask," he explained, showing it to me. It was rather adorable, and tiny, and I cradled it in my hands as he gave it to me.

"This is adorable, thank you." I told him, and he let out a sigh. I glanced up. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, there was just something that I wanted to ask you." Pewds said, and he looked at me behind his blonde hair. "I've been told some things about you, and I was thinking about your mask, and all these rumors, and I just wanted to know.. what really happened with you dad?" I stiffened, and then began laughing, stroking the little mask. "This is not the response that I expected." Pewds admitted, and I grinned at him.